Something that squicks me:

The term "tender hole." Oh. My. God. I cannot begin to describe the face I pulled when I came across that one. Maybe, maybe it works if you're poking a spade through the topsoil in order to plant tulip bulbs or something. Not so much with the gay lovin', however.

...hi, it's past three and I can't sleep, so I've opted not to.

Need to go to four or five events this week, none of which are tomorrow, call a few hotels to confirm menus and headcounts for a few other events, finish an article that's due Wednesday, get something for my father's birthday (also Wednesday) and possibly cram in some mealtime to hang out with him, throw together some banners and interview questions, kindly bug some more CEOs for money, send emails to a few people whose business cards I got two weeks ago, update the website, and who knows what else.

Fuck! Ass! If all else fails, I shall be the bartender with Tourette's from Boondock Saints when I grow up.

*makes like a tree and gets the fuck out of here*

Guys, I fail. I owe a couple people birthday fics, still haven't written my Foreman fics, still owe a couple people drabbles from a few weeks ago, still owe some people fics from forever ago, and I keep getting involved with new things.

However, the speedsex for get_house_laid is done and over 15,000 words. And there's a ton more after that, regarding what happens once the speed wears off, but it's not finished and the first part is totally intelligible without it anyway (aside from the usual things, like POV shifts...). nakeno and I can only shut up for so long, you see. Though the thing does need a better title than "speedsex."

So, three out of four GHL fics are done, anyway. One more to go, and I have a draft and eleven days. I should also be studying for the GREs and stuff, too, shouldn't I?