Can someone please make "I'm sorry, I'm writing stories for the old lady smut brigade" a feasible excuse to turn down Hot Lesbian and Cute Hippie Chick for a three-way drink-and-dance date?
Because if someone could, my life would be so much easier.
And my legs would hurt less. And I'd be way less tired.
Now back to finishing this story. Game on!
Going by my natural timezone (Eastern Standard Time, Eastern USA) I finished my hoggywarty fic within deadline despite added length. However, I managed once again to forget about coding and creating a header--so I went 20 minutes over. Sadface. I mean, going over an extension of a deadline is kind of a fail for me.
But the fic is done. One more deadline out of the way. Of course, this was way more enjoyable than doing my work, which is why I'm disappointed to see it finish. It means that since it's 5.30am, I should go to sleep, which will mean it's tomorrow, which means I'll have to wake up and work all day. Blech.
Enjoyed writing it. Nooooot a masterpiece. Think I did more research on this ridiculous story than I've done on any of my others.
In hindsight it was definitely worth going out Thursday night and talking with Baha the Cute Hippie/being flattered by Gilly the Hot Lesbian and dancing with both of them. I had a really great time, felt active again and forgot about all my deadlines and fears and work for a while.
Now I'm just rambling because I don't want to go to sleep and face the next six days of constant work. But I will. Can dooooo!