lunabee34

OMG! The muse has freaking bitten my ass, people. Bitten it! On the tender globe, as it were. I had an idea this morning, right before I had to drive back to Oxford from Hattiesburg (about 350 miles), and it was just me and my daughter so I *had* to drive. So there I am, with this napkin spread across the steering wheel, jotting shit down every mile marker or so because if I don't, I'm gonna LOSE IT, and this is the best thing I think I've ever written. I wrote almost 800 words on that napkin, I kid you not. I made myself cry for like 90 miles, y'all. We're talking full on sobbing into my fist because it's so damn sad crying. I think I have broken myself. I was sitting here earlier, working on the fic, crying into my keyboard. *is lame*

Also, B7! Rumours of Death. Oh, executrix! Best B7 so far. I cried. Perhaps I have an ovary condition. But Avon is so.....wow. Perfect, maybe? And when they all go down with him---I squealed. Josh also squealed (in a much more manly way). And how freaking hot is Servalan chained up to that wall with all those bruises? I need an icon. Liek whoa!

Of course, now we're on the Tanith Lee ep and Josh is only letting me watch it during commercials.