First, a fanfic rec. 101 Ways To End Up In A Canadian Shack - 30 Authors, 62 fandoms. Holy shit.

And now - whatta damn morning. Woke up. Bill’s day job is closed today so he doesn’t have to go anywhere until 2:00 this afternoon. Lucky bugger. He’s probably still asleep as I write this. Fed the kitties, made my coffee, warmed up the car, walked out the door. Locked the door. Remembered that I had *left* the damn thermos of coffee on the counter where it would do me not a damn bit of good. Keys of course are in the car. Decided it really wasn’t worth turning off the car and going back inside. I stop at the store and get Vivrain instead. I, of course, forget that I don’t have the caffeine tolerance of a god anymore. I am now twitching on a caffeine high the likes of which I have not seen since Bill fed me half a pot of espresso.

I do not care that it’s new years eve. I shot my whole holiday load off with christmas, and there’s nothing left. No desire to get trashed, no desire to be surrounded by crowds of obnoxious drunks. I want to have a nice drink or two, kiss my boyfriend at midnight, and go to sleep content in the knowledge that I will *not* be cleaning up vomit in the morning.

To those that have written with happy feedback about the new Digital pics (especially you, Doug) - thank you! I must be doin’ it for the love. The stuff I get paid for is nowhere near as fun.