Ooof. *sweats*

P and I ran 3.5 miles yesterday. I hurt in strange and interesting places now, mainly my right hip. (This is not that unusual, actually. But the pain is different this time.)

I can tell I've not been running as much lately. It took 42 minutes (Yipes!) and I had to walk about 3 minutes in the last mile. *fails* Also, I proceeded to spend the rest of the evening hacking up lung bits. Yuck.

BUT... I finished and I did run most of it. I probably ran about 3 miles and walked a half? Maybe I walked a bit less.

Then P made this AWESOME dinner. (A bit point heavy, but the run earned me 11 Activity Points, and I only used up 6 of those for the day, so... not too shabby!)

I stayed up too late watching the Falcons lose (don't really care) and then crashed out. I'm gearing up to battle S about every detail of the move - why is it that he didn't care until it was time and now he thinks he can override everything I've done? Don't think so, pal.

So, it's about 5 hours after I started writing this. I've been to a funeral, a dry cleaner and a bar. My life sounds like its leading to a punchline, doesn't it? (I drank water at the bar, fyi.)

The phones are no longer functional, so here's hoping they will be soon!

xxfingersxx

Yuletide

I think it's official. This Yuletide fic has gone over better than any other I've written. :D

(I'm still not sure the recipient liked it very much, but zie was completely gracious and I can rest at ease now!).

So, I will throw it out there. If you think you know which fic is mine, hit me with it and I will try and do something fannish and fun, just for you!

Some clues:

1. It's a very tiny fandom - even by Yuletide standards and A03 standards.
2. It's not something I've written before.
3. Several people on my flist have commented on it. (Hee!)
4. Personally, I think it reeks of my writing styles and habits. (No, seriously, I think some people already suspect.)

If I talked to you about it, no guessing! Otherwise, I'm screening comments and will await to see if I'm found out!

PSA: Don't be a Douchebag, PR Person

You know what? If you're famous enough that you have a PR person, can you please make sure that zie is not a douchebag? Because when zie is a douchebag, I assume you are as well.

And if your PR person is a douchebag and I've never even heard of you? THEN I KNOW YOU ARE A DOUCHEBAG AS WELL.

Kiss my ass, PR person. Kiss my ass.

Writing Submissions???

I am interested in finding places seeking submissions. If anyone has any suggestions (any genre, anything goes), please let me know?

Thanks!