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HELLO FROM TWO AM!

I went to bed. Honestly. And slept! And then I woke up and wrote fanfic. Actually I finished it, and all. Seven chapters -- properly six, really, since two of them are short. Still, have you seen what sometimes passes for a "chapter" in fandom? Sometimes it's what I, in my own work, like to call a "paragraph".

This is the story where Ianto loses four years of his life, which I started writing I think about a week before my journal was cruelly retconned. Because life imitates art. Only in my life would this be a literal rule.

Orange juice, then bed. Mmm, bed.

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While I'm vaguely impressed by my own coherence, I don't even remember writing that last entry.

Which did freak me out re: the fic for a minute, but I opened it up and did remember most of that, and the ending is stupid but at least it's written and I can change it. And I quite like this bit:

"A scholar who carries a gun -- yes, I understand. It's very hard to be both. To want to know, and to know that you can't know, that sometimes the cost of knowing is too high. But you've allied yourself well, I think, allowed yourself to be trained as you should. You accept because he wishes it, eh? And trust that you will understand one day why he wishes it."

It doesn't make much sense out of context but with that *points* I've finally nailed down that sense of personality I've been trying to articulate with characters like Ianto and McKay, who live in two worlds and aren't really comfortable on the line between them. The dichotomy interests me.

Post office today, to pick up a package they apparently utterly refuse to deliver. Then I'm off to R's to watch the Notre Dame game with him and some of the bluesmen. Given it's, you know, football, I'll probably bring the laptop. :D

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Note to self: I am not allowed to use the word "indistinctly" more than once in any given work, despite it being one of my favourite words. (I blame Eliot on account of "the host with someone indistinct / converses at the door apart".)

Also, as per spiderine's very justified scolding, I now do a search for semicolons after I finish a fic and replace as many as possible with something else. I have an unhealthy passion for semicolons.

Hey, you guys remember the Skyehawke omg!dontcensormychan wank from April 05? Is it seriously possible that it didn't make fandom_wank? I'm looking for the entry to link to context, in a post I made about it, and I'm finding a vast morass of nothing-about-chan-or-TOS. Not to make you relive that oh so exciting time in your life or anything, Tien.

ALSO, I found the I Am Thankful post. It was in 2006, hurrah! And just in time for Canadian Thanksgiving.

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Internet outage! It's the new power outage!

No Internet possibly till 11:15. Go me?and here I had a brilliant piece of gossip to share with you all about That Girl.

Record time spent between EPIC FAILS: 74 hours.

Next time I'll shoot for 78! :D

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The quickest way to get the internet back is to post about how it's out. Trufax.

So, R came over tonight and that was like, two weeks of R consolidated into two hours. There isn't enough memory in my head for all the Conversations with R I just had. I can't even tell you about his disastrous attempt at a one-night-stand because it requires visuals to appreciate the full hilarity (he told the girl he was leaving and over her shoulder she threw him the peace sign. You have to see him demonstrate to understand how funny this is).

First and foremost, however. The whole thing got started in fact because he was teasing me about being a recluse:

R: So, what're your plans for the night? Kingston Mines? I know you're a party animal.
Sam: Oh, yeah, the Kingston Mines for a start.
R: You and seedy blues bars, I don't get the appeal.
Sam: Well, I thought after I hit the Mines I'd do a bunch of coke with B, and then finish up the night by getting That Girl pregnant.
R: Oh, that reminds me, this just happened and I haven't told anyone.
Sam: Pick me! Pick me! I want to know!
R: So we're out last night, it's like two in the morning, and I get this text message from That Girl. Which says, "Hi, I've been thinking about you. Hope everything is okay with you."
Sam: Tell me you didn't text back.
R: No, no wait for it! So I text back and say, "I've been thinking about you too. How are you?"
Sam: WHY DID YOU TELL HER THAT. What is WRONG with you?
R: I KNOW. I WAS DRUNK.
Sam: Don't give her an opening!
R: And then she texts me back and says, "I'm fine. And I'm not pregnant."
Sam: WHAT.
R: THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT.
Sam: Did she get an abortion? Was she lying?
R: I DON'T KNOW! And I'm dying to know because I KNOW she told people personally that she was pregnant. But I couldn't text her back. Oh god, how could I text her back?
Sam: No, no! Good call. Let the thundering silence speak for you.

We're thinking -- well, hoping -- that she lied about being pregnant, because the alternatives are that she lost the baby or got an abortion. And while I'm firmly pro-choice, abortions aren't always what you'd call easy on the psyche, and losing a baby is a terrible thing.

But what the hell, texting a random ex-boyfriend to tell him she's not pregnant? And if she had ever been, wouldn't she say "not pregnant anymore"?

I'm going to pay a call to M and B this week to see if they know more.

OH AND okay, let's not go into my mum going INSANE this evening, but I was telling him about her insanity and he was telling me about his mum's latest insanity and we had an epiphany.

R: You know how we joke our mothers are kind of alike?
Sam: Yeah?
R: I think if we put them in the same room together, like...
Sam: The world would implode?
R: It'd be like the gatekeeper and the keymaster from Ghostbusters.
Sam: ZOOL WOULD EMERGE.
R: THE MINIONS OF GOZER WOULD DEVOUR THE EARTH.

I don't miss him drinking all the milk or leaving his laundry everywhere or dating women with untrained pit bulls, but my life is so much more interesting when he's around.