battles with bunnies, part n-nd

me to character: I cannot believe you just said that to Snape.
character: Aren't I clever? I love it when he's speechless.
me: I'm not feeling too clever at the moment. How am I supposed to finish this chapter now?
character: You could put me in Snape's lap --
me: But then Lupin will stop speaking to me.
character: I don't see why Lupin's complaining. He always ends up with Snape in your fics. Least he can do is share.
me: With a mouth like yours, be grateful you don't end up dead.
character: Hah. Just for that, I'm not going to sleep with ______. 's too old for me anyway.
me: That didn't bother you when you were paired with ______.
character: Yeah, but that was all about hormones.
me: You mean phermones?
character: No, hormones. Like "Moony," I get verrrrry frisky at a certain time of the month.
me: Oh, saints. No, no, no. We are so very done with the werewolf!Severus bunny of doom. We need to finish our pretty cards and we need to go to bed.
character: "Good night, good night, sleep well and when you dream, dream of meeeeeeee--"
me: You know, my recipient didn't ask for character death, but they didn't ban it outright either.
character: I'm soooo scared. You like me and you know it. I just sassed Severus for you! How many characters are willing to do that?
me: Well...
character: Lemme put it another way. How many characters have the balls to do that?
me: Well...
character: ______ doesn't count.
me: Well...
character: Neither does she.
me: Someone doth protest too much.
character: I wouldn't if you'd let me sit in Severus's lap!
me: Have some pity on the man, will ya? After last night, he's a trifle tender--
character: *swallows beer the wrong way*
me: Easy there, dear. I need you to keep breathing for at least another thousand words.
character: Bitch.
me: Love you too.

ars longa, verse the -rth

On the one hand, this coaxing rose petals into place at 5 a.m. is neither right nor healthy. I have got to get a better handle on this time management boondoggle.

On the other hand, how cool is it that I get to play with rose petals and glue at 5 a.m.? And that the end result will likely pay for at least a steak?

Also, there's a dog on my foot. A warm, well-fed dog. (It's a good thing I wasn't counting on those Krispy Kremes to get me through the night.)

*goes back to stuffing cards into sleeves*

harvest

In retaliation for not getting the sleep it needs, my brain keeps trying to introduce lyrics from Les Miserables into my fic-in-progress. This is so not on on so many levels it beggars description.

(My favorite moment in the entire musical is when Valjean sings, "And this I swear to you tonight / Your child will live within my care / And I will raise her to the light ..." in counterpoint to Javert's "There is no place for you to hide / Wherever you may hide away..." and they simultaneously vow, "I swear to you, I will be there!" And does that not plead for a post-HBP Snape/Lupin melodrama of epic proportions? *shoves that bunny back under the bed*)

Anyway. I spent most of my day at my church's fall festival. Attendance was disappointingly light (too many other events going on), but it was a beautiful day -- I did sell enough of my cards to break even, and came home with a half-bushel of organic veggies, three photo-cards from another vendor, my Vote NO on 1 yard sign, and a couple of potential commissions.

During the afternoon, the youth group showed up and started working on decorations for the church's upcoming Hogwarts ball. I've called dibs on Professor Sinistra; the pagan chapter had a table at the fest with swanky witches' hats for sale, so I ordered one with astronomical motifs for my outfit.

The minister's husband: They've cast me as Snape. [To me:] I should borrow your hair.

The membership coordinator's husband: I'm feeling better about this now that I'm Flitwick instead of Peter Pettigrew.

:-)

The evening's plan is to go for a walk (fanaticize = motivation) and then either fall dead asleep or head out to dinner. We'll see how much boost this cup of coffee actually imparted to my bloodstream...