something is happening against which there is no planning.

I was a little later coming to work than I'd been hoping, because the car was in turtle mode three-quarters of the way there - not that I can blame it, because the warmest (WARMEST) it got on the drive in was eleven degrees below zero. (The coldest? Twenty-two below. \o?) Oh, Vermont. Sometimes you make me want to wrap myself in flannel and not come out until May.

My first genretwisting fic is now 3500 words; I will clearly never achieve true brevity, but maybe I can keep it under 40k. **crosses fingers** Why do I always do this to myself? I'll probably end up working on it a bunch today when I'm supposed to be doing actual work things - my intentions are always good, I never plan to write except here and there when I'm waiting for something to upload, but somehow it never quite works out that way. :D (Of course, when something urgent comes along, I don't just blissfully keep writing, I am not a complete failboat.)

Man, today is going to feel so long. I'm used to lunch being a sign that I'm pretty close to being able to leave, not a sign that I have five more hours to go. D: I'm not ready to be an adult yet, dammit.

But: ItO topped 1,000 views! :D :D :D **happydances**