i'm a pixel here, myself

I posted a story last night. [everybody knows, it sucks to grow up]. Don't ask me why I posted on a Saturday night, when everyone and his brother was probably out partying. These things just happen. It's Fall Out Boy fic, but... not. It's complicated. I'm sure the three people who've read it would say "it's not complicated; it's futurefic!" but that is *so* not my approach to this story at all. ::hands:: Suffice it to say, Pete Wentz has a daughter, and she's exactly like you'd expect, but the story's not all about her, either.

ANYway. Yesterday I was in the blackest of funks, and now I'm a bit cheerier. I just picked up some super-cheap organic basil, so there's pesto in my future, as well as helping A put together some IKEA furniture. Next week is my last week of work, the show is awesome, tomorrow is the first day for rpfremix signups... not everything in the world is bad. I've been very moodswing-y recently, and I think it's due to job hunting taking all the energy out of me, but if it continues after I'm settled into a new job... well, we'll burn cross that bridge when we come to it, yes?