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4:23am. M is in my room, laying on my chair, attempting to get some rest. I can hear him tossing & turning. Says his belly doesn't feel right, but he's not sure what's wrong.

Hosting Thanksgiving dinner for 18. Sincerely hope this is not the start of one of those "remember the year that M was so sick on Thanksgiving?" stories.

Kinda want to take a Xanax. Concerned it might affect ke too much in the morning.

Grr.

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Staying up until 2 in the morning reading fic and answering questions on LJ. Heh.

Dear Fanfic Writers of the Intertubes:

TAUT: /tôt/Adjective
1. Stretched or pulled tight; not slack: "the fabric stays taut without adhesive".
2. (esp. of muscles or nerves) Tense; not relaxed.

TAUNT: /tônt/
Verb: Provoke or challenge (someone) with insulting remarks: "students began taunting her about her weight".
Noun: A remark made in order to anger, wound, or provoke someone.


Please notice that, though they differ by only one letter, these are two distinctly different words.

Thank you for your kind attention to this important matter.

xoxo,

Moi

OMG YOU GUYS I JUST THOUGHT OF THIS.

You know who would make the BEST best friends? DR. REID OLIVER and HAN SOLO, that's who.

The quippiness would reach epic levels.


Crazy shit like this is why nobody talks to me anymore, isn't it.

Though my interest in the British monarchy is that of the Tudor era, I still found this hysterical.

I thought I was gonna be able to get through this rewatch of the Luke/Reid storyline without too many complaints, but I cannot. Settle in for an EPIC BITCH SESSION.

( all the things both large and small that make me crazy while I attempt to watch this damn show, in no particular order )

That's all I can think of right now - I'm sure some of my bitterness has been left out, so I reserve the right to come back and add to this list!

Why yes, this idea did, in fact, come to me in the form of a synopsis from a tawdry novel or a Lifetime movie of the week. Deal with it.


Lex Luthor will never die.

He has worked for years to attain this goal. Secreted away in the fields of Kansas is the solution to his own personal immortality. Level 33.1 is a lab dedicated to human cloning. The world's finest scientific minds have worked tirelessly to create multiple Lex Luthors.

There is one problem. Though the clones are physically identical to Lex, after a time, each and every one of them deteriorates mentally and becomes unstable.

Brilliant as he is, the scope of this problem is beyond Lex's ability. There is only one person gifted enough to solve his problem – neurosurgeon Dr. Reid Oliver.

But Dr. Oliver refuses to take the job. At first, he refused to leave his successful practice in Dallas. After relocating to a backwards little town in Illinois, Dr. Oliver is even more adamant in his refusal to move. Though Oliver is slated to oversee the creation of a world-class neurology facility, Lex is sure that an even greater reason for Dr. Oliver's continued refusal is his blossoming relationship with one Luke Snyder.

Snyder cannot be eliminated, for he is the son of Damian Grimaldi, and even the Luthor influence has its limits.

The only option left to Lex is to make Oliver disappear from Oakdale, from Luke, even from Oliver's very life.


ETA: Continued here.

You know what I hate? I'll tell you.

I hate getting all excited about writing (ohmigod, I'm writing again, haven't done it in so long and it feels so good), being absolutely possessed with an idea - wallowing in it, making notes, jotting down sentences/words/phrases and feeling so, so, so good about the acct of creating...

...and then coming down off that high. I wish I wasn't such a feedback whore - if nobody's going to read it, I lose all motivation to write.

Why can't I write for *me*? Why am *I* not a good enough reason, to me, to finish? Why don't I let myself have this?

It's normal to want to share the things we create, I suppose. I'd have no problem sharing this, either, if anyone was interested in reading fanfic about fanfic. It's not bad to want to share, to enjoy the process of sharing - but it feels bad to *need* that external validation in order to get off my ass and finish.

Argh.

I need Agent J or Agent K to come to my house and flashy-thing me, because I need a WHOLE HELL OF A LOT of ATWT erased from my long-term memory.


Ack. Now that canon is closed, there will be all sorts of fixing going on, right? Right??