Yuck!

Boooooooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeedddddddddddd!

Now that I'm freelance I have loads of free time.

A good thing you say?

NO! I'M BORED!

I can't write. I finished my draft of the Tourney fic and can't look at it again. I tried to start something else, but argh! I can't write today.

I tried cooking. Bleh! What the hell is wrong with me? It isn't that my food tastes like nothing. It tastes BAD! I use the very same ingredients as my mom, but my cooking is HORRIBLE. I tried spaghetti. Couldn't be easier right? It was awful! I gave the first bite and couldn't even finish chewing. I forced myself to eat half the plate then threw it all out. Now I'm feeling terribly bad for wasting that food. I don't know why I bother. So many people needing food and I can't even look at my own. God it was the most horrible thing I ever ate in my life. How did I manage that? All the ingredints were good, I put garlic, salt, just a tiny bit of oil, tomato sauce... but everything together was just bad.

I give up!

I'm never cooking again.

Ever.

Microwave rules!

FICLET: Runner

I was bored yesterday and ended up at Write or Die. It's a useful site for people that need an extra incentive to write. It is an application that has several settings, one of which is that your text will start to be deleted word by word if you stop writing.

This is the result:

Title: Runner
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~700
Characters:John Sheppard
Synopsis: When his breathing finally evened out, John let himself be overcome by the need to rest.
Disclaimer: Stargate and related characters are a property its owner. This is a work of fiction done for entertainment purposes only.

( Runner )

I'm so going to regret this!

I signed up again.

 

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