Slow like a zombie. Urgh.

[iesika]

Uuuurrrgh I feel like a zombie. A zombie who's not keeping her deadlines.

I have something to say about my reliance on caffeine to get this thing finished. When you realize you are spooning instant cappuchino mix into a cup of regular coffee, that's when you know you've got a problem. I'll be going cold turkey for a while when I finish this.

That said, I'm not actually missing much sleep over this. Yet.

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It's getting a lot harder to find bits of this that don't give anything major away. Here, have some unidentified trauma!

Shit. Shit. Kon shut his eyes tight and shoved through the doors, out into the spring air, cool after the heat of the crowded gym. There was only one cop in the breezeway, and Kon was, of course, faster. He got around the side of the building, out of sight, and took off so fast he felt the air break against him like a wave. 

Touch and go, he'd said. Intensive care. *Hasn't woken up*. Kon was going to be sick. 

It was all his fault. 

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[iesika.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you like them! I've been a bit worried about that, as there are so many! But shhh don't tell anyone they're in there or they'll never read it!

One of my favorite fanfics of all time centers on three OCs - cops - who are trying to puzzle out the lives and relationships of a few of the fandom characters as part of a murder case. SO GOOD. It proved to me you could have deep OCs that didn't turn into Mary Sues.

I named the newest one after Justine, heh. She did tell me she wanted to marry Dalton...(who is totally me but nevermind).

I wish you had time to draw it all, too. omg I'd explode.

I wrote that scene I told you about but it won't get typed til tomorrow.