*procrastinates like a wildly procrastinating thing*

Ok..... so. This is me. Writing... true enough there's no story flowing from the tips of my extremely fickle fingers but hey, look at me go wordswordswordswordswordswords.... I totally rule.

*sigh* Ok I suck. Make me go write my shakespearechallenge fic? Please?

Oooh look a distracting thing.

Argh... oh, and the 'scrummy' American I met who just seemed too good to be true? He was. Married 'pffft' well of COURSE he was married.... silly me for not doublechecking that particular digit.

I'm cold. Maybe I'll just sit here for ten minutes or so thinking 'deeply' about just how cold I am.

*headdesk* Or I could get off my arse (not literally, hard to type whilst standing) and write this bloody challenge.

(Right after I help my lil sis with her homework)