for some unexplainable reason...

...an intense desire for Miroku/Sango fanfic struck me about 11:35 tonight, and I'm still up reading. Curses and hells. I ought to be sleeping.

EDIT: the bitch of it is that I'm awfully persnickity about it too. I have to had heartfelt angst and intense canon-like characterization, none of this fluffy WAFF stuff. Ignoring the fact that Takahashi's canon often is fluffy. Which is making in rather difficult--- damn it I should be sleeping! Why aren't I turning off the computer this very moment? Fandom, I curse you! Internet, I curse you more! This vile, cruel addiction to fanfiction will be the death of my essay tomorrow! And yet, do you see this? I'm *still* fucking typing!

Good night. Frell.

The Greatest Plan In All the Land:

Monday night: gather & watch The Fellowship of the Ring - Extended Edition

Tuesday night: gather & watch The Two Towers - Extended Edition

Wednesday night: go to local AMC big-screen theater, watch The Return of the King

Thursday night: go to local AMC big-screen theater, watch The Return of the King again.

The tickets are purchased. The DVDs are ready. We have new popcorn kernels and a popper waiting.

I'm going to stock up on Pixi Stix, red licorice, ice cream bonbons, bottled water and kleenex to take with us on the big nights.

One week left.

Bring it on, Peter Jackson, you fabulous SciFiMoviewhore. I can take whatever you dish.

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