dragonlady7

Amazingly, even after how fried my brain is, Z managed to have a worse day and be even grumpier. It is sort of a lame victory to be the more congenial, in this situation.

This is because he stayed up until after midnight playing on the Internet last night. I am going to have to be stricter about his bedtime, because I dislike being snapped at.
He has gone down for a nap, and I am to awaken him so we can go get frozen custard when I have finished this chapter.

Sadly, this chapter has evolved into the sex scene it refused to be last time, and so, it's going to take me a while, and the custard joint may well be closed. That would break my heart. But. Oh well.

Wow, my last journal entry was so banal not even I could read all the way through it. Which is quite something.

My characters? Chatterboxes. I mean seriously, chatterboxes. Won't shut up. Not even for makeouts. It's reaching terminal letters. The poor bastards who agreed to read this are going to be screaming "SHUT UP!" by the end of the first chapter. Seriously. My hero must be the antithesis of the strong, silent type.