just flirted with John Hodgman on Twitter. Max needs to get off the internetz as she clearly cannot handle herself here. *facepalm*

It's 6:45am. Woke up at 5am. Slept for all of 2 hours. Cannot get back to sleep. It's gonna be a FABULOUS frickin' day, isn't it?

Edited fic all day yesterday. And the day before. Will continue tomorrow. Still one more scene to write too. I'm drowning in words.

Art, whoever you are, Kathy can't go to the Y today, but hopes you have a nice weekend. She blew you off, man. Via txt msg. Tough break.

to know who the hell is Kathy and why she thinks my cell number belongs to some dude named Art. :/

Bah! Not gonna finish tonight. Too tired. Stupid human body with all its stupid needs. SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK!

probably not getting to sleep tonight. Must finish ginormous fic of DOOM before 9am. At 9am fic writing stops; real life begins. Booo!

Where is my horn? Someone fetch me my horn! For I would like to toot it.

Ok, just did a wordcount. I wrote over 6,500 words today (well, technically yesterday). Erm... whoa.

her brain was a little quicker at recognizing when she's full. Ow. Oh. Too many pretzels.