somedaybitch

i'm bored. i'm writing backstory for my my LFN/Spooks crossover so i can both get back into that world and, you know, find some plot. there are many people who's birthdays have come. i love you all and suck like a hoover for never remembering shit like that. just call me Finch-Hatton.¹i have too many stories i want to write and not enough time, nor discipline, to write them. woe is me. damn, this latte is tasty. i forgot to email P my script scorecards. oops. i had a drenload of dreams about Darryl last night. odd, given that it's nowhere near August. stupid dreams. i'll be off working on that backstory now. right after i catch that 1am re-broadcast of Veronica Mars. stupid MLB.

btw? when you finally figure out that using the Rich Text Editor is fun, you can leave out the html coding.

¹_{if you don't get that reference, then you haven't seen Out of Africa and if you haven't, wow are you deprived. Redford's character, Finch-Hatton, loved buying presents, but not giving them, and never on Christmas or birthdays, or whenever else it was expected. one of the sexiest films ever made. and you gotta love an actor with a name like Claus Maria Brandauer. move along now, nothing to see here.}