Yvi

Aaaaghhh, no one commented on either of my Yuletide fics today! I fail, I fail, I fail!

Seriously, feedback has exceeded my expectations and I'm ecstatic that both fics have gone over well, but at the same time I wouldn't mind a little more feedback either. No writer can say no to that. But since I'm clearly not worthy of reviews anymore, I suppose I'll have to commit seppuku with a pencil and maybe figure out how to post a Yuletide flounce fic. Alack!

And can I just say I am honored to have the top two most prolific Yuletide reviewers, taskir and queenzulu, as my friends? Hats off to you, chickens.

I spent most of the evening and night with Xanthe, which always seems to mean shenanigans and food, and am pretty much a zombie right now. However, our sublimely statuesque Serbian waiter with dimples of doom was flirting with me, which was pretty flattering. I've sort of been in this funk where I need reassurance that I'm a worthwhile human being and other trivialities. La Actriz comes home in a couple days and I am going batty waiting to see her. And this mystery present from the Grand Bazaar. But mostly her. Ahem.

Tomorrow, Xanthe and I have plans to hit up a gay club and, if that doesn't satisfy, watch Brokeback Mountain with a bottle of tequila. You know you want to be us. I'm going to try and get a recs post done tomorrow as well. For now, bed.

ETA: Ha! Just saw someone else's Yuletide recs page and one of my fics, as well as the one my Santa wrote for me, are on there. Out of ten recs. What are the odds? I suppose I can put the pencil down for now.