once again, probably more than you want to know about the workings of my brain.

The last time I woke up after having gotten six or more hours of sleep was this past Saturday. I feel five days straight operating on four or five hours of sleep explains a lot, and keep reminding myself that the grim conviction that I'm never going to finish writing anything ever again is probably mostly the sleep-deprivation talking. Sleep-deprivation and the fact that--as I keep suddenly remembering--I'm moving this weekend, ahahaha AWESOME.

Anyway, what I really wanted to say: every time I answer a comment on my last post, which I am still doing as of today because I'm slow like that, I regret--in a specific, gnawing way, the same as when I reread a story I wrote and see how it could've been better--I regret not making the subject line this ain't a meme, it's a god damn time waste.


For the record, though, that is not what's keeping me up at night. So that's something.

your questions answered!

Or, well, airinshaw and missmollyetc's questions answered, anyway:

From airinshaw: ( 1. What was the thing that strangecobwebs said that finally got you into bandslash? What tipped the scales? )

From missmollyetc: ( 1. Kill/Marry/BFF/Fuck: Patrick Stump, Gerard Way, Mikey Way, OR Bob Bryar? )