i. I wrote half my final paper in under two hours today. This is good and bad. Good because, hey! Half a paper! Bad because the other half is the one where I actually have to be critical. Woe.

ii. I'm fighting through my writer's block. Fists swinging. Well, not really, more like staring at the screen of my laptop for two hours until I catch the bare thread of a voice. I started Magneto today. Magneto and Xavier, as a matter of fact. They get one scene between the two of them in three hundred thousand words, woe is freaking me. (Erik is complaining in his gravelly, I-wish-I-had-Ian-McKellan's-accent Evo!voice in my ear.) Then I went back to chapter seventeen, and started ripping things apart because I can. Because its therapeutic. Because Remy kicked Erik out of the mental playground and started making lewd comments about Rogue's backside (P.S. I totally blame vikingprincess's Rogue/Angel sex scene in Hunter/Hunted. That chapter flipped a few switches, let me tell you... and not the dirty kind either. I mean the creative one. Shit like that makes me green with envy that I can't write smut without blushing straight to my damned toes.)

iii. Tomrrow... tomorrow.... I go back to work. I've got a few days to make up because of finals, and becuase Luce is poor at the onset of holiday shopping season, which is altogether pretty bad since I'm buying mom a deep fryer tomorrow with money that I ain't got! Mostly, though, I totally need to restock my tea supply, and get my hands on the following books to cram into my literary crackpipe: New Moon, Eclipse, I Am Legend, The Taste of Night: The Second Sign of the Zodiac. C-R-A-C-K. Lately, I've been going through one novel a night - which is wonderful, it's like food for the muse (but its also expensive and it forces me to go out into the OMGCOLD!)

iv. Sleep now. Early risers tomorrow.