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2,893 words tonight, in an hour and a half. Too bad it's the BtVS/DS crossover that will not die.

I don't even know what to call this thing that I'm writing (aside from 'doomed never to see the light of day'). It's not really me ficcing Due South, the tv show, because I've hardly seen the show. If fic is the bastard child of a tv show, this is like when the kid gets pregnant at age 15 and the thirtyish grandma has to step in and help raise the baby - the actual show may help me write this, but it won't change the fact that this is me ficcing other people's fic.

But hey, it's got Spike in it, so. That makes me feel better somehow.

ahahahaha...

In the continuing adventures of Trying to Watch Call of the Wild:

Tuesday, 3pm - Pay US$26.50 to ship defective CotW tape back to amazon.ca
Five minutes later - Realize that buying a new copy of the tape would have cost less, but feel v.v. stupid and write it off as a learning experience.
Wednesday, 9am - Receive customer service email from amazon.ca saying that due to the prohibitive cost of shipping, I don't need to return the defective tape. Feel really REALLY stupid.
Wednesday, 9pm - Receive email from amazon.ca saying they have shipped my new copy of Due South "The Pilot", and I should receive it within the week. Sigh. Email customer service guy, complete with half-joking question about being comped for the shipping charges, since am now beyond the stupidness threshhold and into the land of maybe-they'll-give-me-store-credit.