I am so pissed at myself right now

WHY do I have to fritter the time away, doing nothing of importance? Why can't I get anything done? Why why why?

*sighs* Char, thanks for the support.

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I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you
It goes like this: the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Maybe I've been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

There was a time you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you
I remember when I moved in, you
Your holy dark was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Maybe there's a God above
And all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It's not a cry you can hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Ahhh

Feeling much better now. Char broke my block, I think. It was more of a "sit your ass down and WRITE, dammit" block than the standard writers block, because I did know what I wanted to have happen. This scene is much better now, I feel, and about two pages longer.

Heh. I feel very relieved now, almost post-orgasmic. (Like I have tons of experience with that.) It's sort of peaceful to get a chunk of story out of my head and onto paper. And it's good. Could use some work, maybe, but I've got that tingly buzz thing that sort of shouts "yes! Got it!" This is a good feeling.

Now (tomorrow) I shal turn my attentions to Jadeite and his lovely Merlot.

Tra la la

Working 11-6 today...fun! Seven hour shifts become so lovely once you start working nine and ten hours. And it won't even be dark out when I'm done, so I can go do something fun or just maybe write some more! I'm feelin' the groove after Char pushed my ass last night. And only three more days until I get Seiya-chan. Vootie. Voo-tay.

Super-vootie!

Let's hear it for Val! Unlike we mortal beings, she actually possesses a full copy of Interlunium on her hard drive and saw fit to grant it to me so that I may edit! Say it with me...VOOTIE!

*squeaks*

Be afraid.

I am wise and stuff

On my recommendation, Eric started reading Harry Potter and loves it.

Score another one for the good guys.