whither goest thou, muse?
Feb. 3rd, 2020 01:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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So for some reason I slept terribly last night. I was comfortable, we were responsible adults and when we all grew sleepy around 9:30 we just went to bed, knowing the kids’d be up super early (we were at my BFF’s house in Rochester for Imbolc funtimes), I got in bed and passed TF out in great comfort, and then I just
woke up and lay there for hours. I don’t know what time it was, I decided not to hunt for my phone (it was three feet away and it was dark so I didn’t know where I’d put it) so I have no idea how long I lay there. I dozed, intermittently. But mostly I was awake.
And I came up with a fantastic, tidy little Witcher fic I could write so that I could post something on my AO3 this decade, and I was quite pleased with myself.
Alas, I have entirely forgotten what it was, even the most basic part of the premise. And, given my state (drink had been taken), it’s quite likely that it was actually gibberish. But.
Sigh.
I would like, in this moment, to thank past-Me for telling past-Dude to buy us desserts when he went grocery shopping on Friday night, and also I’d like to thank past-Dude for buying a four-pack of cupcakes instead of just one for us to split, because he is nice. Also I’d like to thank past-Me for bullying past-Dude into pre-shopping for this coming week rather than leaving it for today because nobody wanted that.
So for some reason I slept terribly last night. I was comfortable, we were responsible adults and when we all grew sleepy around 9:30 we just went to bed, knowing the kids’d be up super early (we were at my BFF’s house in Rochester for Imbolc funtimes), I got in bed and passed TF out in great comfort, and then I just
woke up and lay there for hours. I don’t know what time it was, I decided not to hunt for my phone (it was three feet away and it was dark so I didn’t know where I’d put it) so I have no idea how long I lay there. I dozed, intermittently. But mostly I was awake.
And I came up with a fantastic, tidy little Witcher fic I could write so that I could post something on my AO3 this decade, and I was quite pleased with myself.
Alas, I have entirely forgotten what it was, even the most basic part of the premise. And, given my state (drink had been taken), it’s quite likely that it was actually gibberish. But.
Sigh.
I would like, in this moment, to thank past-Me for telling past-Dude to buy us desserts when he went grocery shopping on Friday night, and also I’d like to thank past-Dude for buying a four-pack of cupcakes instead of just one for us to split, because he is nice. Also I’d like to thank past-Me for bullying past-Dude into pre-shopping for this coming week rather than leaving it for today because nobody wanted that.
