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11 December 2004 @ 02:15 am
*shakes fist at the world* THWARTED AGAIN!  
The plan for tonight was for me to write papers. Apparently, this secretely meant 'get very drunk and look at pictures of food online'. It's amazing enough that I'm able to type at all right now. I've taken my advil in advance, I've got two water bottles by the bed, I'm good to go.

Except: *insert work woe here*. Now that I'm glassy-eyed and utterly sloshed, all I want is to write papers or fic, or other productive things such as that.

Damn you, work ethic. How do you be so short?
 
 
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Qqe2 on December 11th, 2004 03:36 pm (UTC)
It's not short, honey. It's just selective in when it descends on you.

Or, alternatively, it has a...creative sense of humor and just wants to see what Nifra's Sloshed!Fic looks like - particularly if it can get you to turn said fic in as a paper instead of the paper itself.

I've taken my advil in advance, I've got two water bottles by the bed, I'm good to go.


Heh. So exactly what I do when I've had lots and lots to drink. Ah, survival techniques hard-won by bitter personal experience...
pure FORESHADOWING: Clark RHPSnifra_idril on December 11th, 2004 07:26 pm (UTC)
*laughs* I guess you're right -- my work ethic is very creative in how and why it manifests itself. And really, had I managed to write anything last night at all, I'd probably be *obligated* to hand it just on the basis of the fact that it would be too ridiculous to keep to myself.