Of course, it helps to have your imaginary, packing, well-dressed assassin vampires from Underworld wandering around behind you to stare daggers at anyone who makes fun of you. Because I see no reason not to drag a few neuroses in with me at all times.
Still, it's fun. *grins*
I have my QaF 3 DVDs and can't watch them until I get some time without Child hovering around. It's frustrating. I keep having to skip everyone's cut-tags and seethe, because damn. My QaFUK tapes that the marvelous jcalanthe sent me are half-watched, as Child is insanely curious and keeps coming in to see what I'm watching. Gah. On the other hand, this just makes me tenser, watching in fifteen minute intervals, then rewinding to watch what I just watched when I get another few minutes completely alone. It's like a huge, endless tease.
Oddly, the writing is continuing at a strange clip. And I mean, strange. It's been too damn long since I wrote without an AIM audience (thete1 thank you *so much* for conditioning me into this kind of addiction), so I keep--it reminds me of mintwitch and navigating by clouds--really, really bizarre things start making tons and tons of sense, and then I just keep going off on that tangent until I stop, look back, and try to figure out *when* everything became so freaking odd. And I realize that it started in the first line.
Plausibility is highly, highly overrated, I think.