Jaime, if you're reading this, get to work!

[pepperlandgirl]

So today I had some time to kill, and I went across the street to the coffee shop and had a nice lunch and listened to music and worked on Withered Stumps of Time and finished the chapter I was on. So now I am 3 chapters ahead! Woo! At first I didn't like the idea of staggering the updates because I'm needy, and greedy, and I want my attention now damnit! Also, I figured I could get away with it with a fic that would be sure to capture and hold the majority's attention, but I didn't know if this one would....

But now I really like it. I realized as I finished this chapter that I'm really ratcheting up the tension. And that's pretty cool.

I had history today and I have to admit that I love history. It's just a straight lecture-based class, 2 hours in the late afternoon. I should probably hate it. I mean, how dry can it be? But I don't. I love it. I'm also a very, very strange person. And the Internet has corrupted me. Because he was explaining some wheeling-dealing, under the table plan, and all I could think was "Man, that's hot." Woo! Nothing hotter than the Founding Fathers acting underhanded and stabbing each other in the back!

It's been a long day and I'm sorely tempted to go home now. But, I have to go to the one-act plays tonight. And the only way I can get credit for them is if I sit through all of them. And the theater is going to be fucking hot. And I mean that in the sweating, sweltering, stinky way. Guess I better go now if I want a decent seat!

And Jaime! Get to work!

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