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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.
 
 
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.hackthis on December 20th, 2005 07:11 pm (UTC)
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.

Why do they never do this when I am home?! I was just howling the other day about all the damn SG crap and no BSG. LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Also, I put up a zip file of music, if you are feeling in the need of something new to perhaps inspire you to yuletide greatness, or if you want to kick around ideas lemme know, you have my e-mail. May the force be with you, chicken!