serafina20 | Tired

I am so tired of typing numbers. I no longer care if they go into their neat little rows. Which, very oddly, they are without me trying. Which meant I was stressing over nothing the past few weeks.

I want to write. I've been going back and forth between typing in the cholesterol, count for butter (all freaking kinds of butter) and doing my X-Men story. It's so angsty. Uberly. (That's a new word). I'd rather just do sex, but angst is pouring out.

And I also want to write COTW. I have one out in beta (waves at beta's), one being revised, and one percolating in the back of my mind. I know that Clark's going to a club (and what happens), but I need to figure out Homecoming too. I think I know what I want to do, I just don't know how yet. Which is why I wish I was home right now, writing, instead of here. Typing in numbers.

I think when I get home, I'll go for a walk or something, stick in a classic Smallville (like Shimmer), and finish revising the Red fic. Or start the new fic. Or both. < g >

And I will definetly upload my new icon, which I haven't done yet.

I'm jealous of everyone with pretty LJ layouts. Especially the ones with Lex. Very cool.

Back to "work." Since the office has disinigrated into, "Eating people isn't gangsta!" I'm not actually going to work. (Seriously. That's what they're talking about. I have weird co-workers)