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I wanted to finish this tonight so badly. Ugh ugh ugh why am I sick all of a sudden.

faile_neume thinks it's nerves, because I'm all upset about the fic. I don't know. Don't be the flu, please. I can't afford to miss work. Ugh ugh ugh.

52000 / 25000

Oh, look at that, it's a NaNo. And then some.

I'm gonna bet 58k including the epilogue. Any takers?

So tempted to just quote the last line of the current document, which just says "Rocks fall, everyone dies."

He wasn't sure what to expect, really. Tim liked making up his little characters, and they tended to be a lot more...outgoing...than Tim himself, as if Tim felt more free in costume than he did out of it. All Kon had given him was 'Tim from Gotham.' That could be anything from a quiet, geeky boy from the suburbs to Mr. Freaking Sarcastic - though Kon was really kind of hoping against the latter.

Oh, God. That's why he'd agreed so readily - why he'd been in such a good mood on the phone. He was going to embarrass the hell out of Kon, wasn't he? People were going to be talking about his wack-job boyfriend for *weeks*. Kon parked down the street from the diner and pulled out his phone again. Tim still wasn't answering, so Kon wiped his sweaty palms on the seat and then climbed out of the truck.