Anyway, half-day tomorrow, deep breathing tonight, and a thing tomorrow night. And new pants. And possibly boots.
Anyway, days of hating the world. So much missed.
Some Like It White by ranalore. It's hot. God, it's hot. And it's *good*. Justin wants to know what the White Party would have been like. Brian obliges. Thoroughly.
Risk by josselin. In which Ethan tells Brian a secret. And Brian is odd. Per usual. You know, I promised jainieg, on threat of horrible torture, not to poke fun at Ethan anymore.
This is me, not saying a thing.
Remix Redux II, the FPF version, organized by musesfool. For those not familiar with the challenge, all is explained in the rules. Participation is fun. Sure, dead panic and whining to people in AIM, but fun!
julad talks about <A HREF="http://www.livejournal.com/users/julad/54566.html" TARGET='_Top">Brian</A> and makes sense. I'm probably a Brian apologist, by definition. She is not. I like. Yes, this was a totally random and useless post, but dammit, I feel better. During particularly long translations at work, read up on bioterrorism, just to brush up on my paranoia. Now know the symptoms of anthrax, smallpox, botulism, and bubonic plague. Nothing quite makes you look carefully at your skin like the possiblity of deadly lesions. And who knew there were so many *kinds*? Yes, I know, everyone but me. I really have to figure out less gruesome ways to entertain myself.