2006-05-01

drew: (jensen eyecrinkles)
2006-05-01 12:00 am

yes, i waited until exactly midnight to post this

a. First, happiest of birthdays to the one and only Max, who regularly brightens my day. I got you something! It's behind the cut ).

b. For those who may have missed it, [livejournal.com profile] dopplegl and I posted [What's That In Metric?] on Saturday. It's our [livejournal.com profile] smutbox fic: story by me, art by Caleb. Jensen/Tom, Jensen/Jared, implied Tom/Mike, NC-17. Beta'd by the fabulous [livejournal.com profile] stone_princess and [livejournal.com profile] winterlive.

c. I am so so so behind on a lot of things. Things I need to do before I can catch up on my massive reading backlog (a huge thank-you to the [livejournal.com profile] spnnewsletter people!):
* write echoes for [livejournal.com profile] dopplegl and [livejournal.com profile] hard_death from the birthday echo challenge (highest priority)
* finish part 13 (and possibly write part 14) of highschoolery
* write out a coherent linear plot for the Mary Sue thing

d. How can it be May already? No, seriously. My May is *packed* with rehearsals and shows -- I have shows on the 10th, 12th, 31st, 1st, 2nd, and 3rd, plus rehearsals a good third or more of the days in the month. This is ridiculous. It's time to start thinking about what I can cut back on for next year. Eesh. This time of year is meant to be *enjoyed* and that's hard to do if I'm dashing all over the place.

e. I managed to cut my right index finger about an eighth of an inch below the nailbed -- I have no idea how, and it makes it somewhat painful to type, so I'm hunting-and-pecking a bit, which irks the touch-typer in me. Ahh, well. It should heal fast enough and then I can go back to my vaguely OCD ways!
drew: (torch argh)
2006-05-01 08:50 pm

down for the count

I had a really rant-y voice post up about how I got all the way up to the city before I was told that rehearsal was moved to Wednesday, but then I came home and it turns out we WERE told about the change, in the very last item on the back of a page of notes from last week. That didn't help ease my mood any.

Fuck this, I'm going to play video games. Catch you tomorrow.