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20 December 2005 @ 01:28 pm
I am Jill's nervous anxiety about deadlines.  
Thirty six hours until yuletide and I am teetering on the brink of -- well, of breaking down and writing some SERIOUSLY BADFIC because I am maybe putting too much pressure on myself. Please. You guys. Just -- lie to me if you have to, but tell me that not all of you are on top of this? Shout out in solidarity and together we can crawl beneath a warm knitted blanket of procrastinatory freak out, and we'll -- pretend to be drinking hot chocolates or something of that nature.

Also, anyone who's home? Scifi's got a marathon of BSG season 2.0 today. I'm just sayin'. Those people are pretty and wonderful and I love each and every one of them excepting only Ellen Tigh, who, again, FACE PUNCH.
Current Mood: anxiousanxious
pure FORESHADOWING: Bad Example! - Snowflakesleepnifra_idril on December 20th, 2005 07:00 pm (UTC)
Thank the sweet baby Jesus I'm not alone. *clings to you and offers chocolate of commiseration*
Tiny Timmy Tokyoslodwick on December 20th, 2005 07:02 pm (UTC)
*quietly refuses chocolate, because she's lying*
pure FORESHADOWING: ak/hh unsinkable - crazyperfumenifra_idril on December 20th, 2005 07:03 pm (UTC)
....I .... I suppose I did ask for that. *sobs quietly into parka*