If you were a cross-breed between two animals, what animals would they be, and why?
I would be a cross between a margay (arboreal cat species) and a kiwi bird. It would be the strangest thing you could ever witness... Like a gryffin, only ridiculous and not fierce at all.
Accomplishment of the day: I split my Archive Of Our Own (AO3) account into pseuds! So that should be useful. I have Dedicate Kiwicrocus for my Emelan stories and Kiwi Stubbly-Punk for my Harry Potter stories. (Please ignore the fanfic in Stubbly-Punk; I haven't started working on HP for AO3 yet.) (You are also entirely welcome to express amusement at the names.)
Left to do: Upload semi-final and final Circlecest stories to Dedicate Kiwicrocus; make it through the last bit of Emelan fanfic; finish Grey's Anatomy uploading (possibly another pseud but probably not since I don't intend to write more GA's); edit/upload Harry Potter fest fic; edit-to-the-bone/upload rest of HP fic; read through all shorter writing in my ridiculous writing folder; consider looking at old novels.
I think I'm going to have a heart attack when I look at how much I've written from March (dissertation) to now.
Today in Random: Mark needs to not touch me when I obviously don't want to be touched. (Here's the clue: "Mark, don't hug me." "Mark, don't hug me." "Mark stop hugging me!") He kissed my shoulder with his ill lips after I put up with his loud eating and completely unrelated stories. For something not completely different: I am a crankyface lately. I think I'm a little sick of people at the moment.
Which brings me to... Later there will be a 'this week in Kiwi' post about my week of travels. Now I need to go to sleep because tomorrow I bring my Dweeb of a brother into town and send him off Stateside. (I packed a bag full of my stuff for him to take home and I still have so much and aslkdjflasdjf *packing flail* but that is for another month.) Then Sailor Moon marathon at 2pm-ish because I am still 14 inside. I'm nearly over my obvious diseased-ness, too! My lip is nearly back to its correct shape and I'm just trying to heal past scabs now. I feel less like I need to be locked away; tomorrow I think I can go out without the face-mask. (:
Also: I am sorry for ignoring you and replacing you with Tumblr, LJ. I don't mean it. It's only indicative of my general attention span lately. I STILL LOVE YOU I PROMISE.
"The one person who really knows me best says I'm like a cat - the kind of cat that you just can't pick up and throw into your lap. No, the kind that doesn't mind being held, only when it's her idea; the kind that feels what she decides to feel when she is good and ready to feel it."
[Ani DiFranco; Virtue]