one-thirty in the morning. Feel lost and urgent in that way that only reading bad fic can inspire.

I tried to branch off into Smallville fic, and it backfired. now I'm in this spacey nether-fiction world, and the only cure is going to be to find some other Smallville fic to wash this taste out of my mouth. which means I have to wade through oceans of crap Smallville stories, which will 'cause despair and annoyance. the universe is slapping my hand and saying, "no! nsync! do not stray!! nsync!!"

--these are, by the way, not my big day-to-day struggles. But my big day-to-day struggles involve matters like, "well, yes. In the long run, my only purpose is to serve as a rung in the evolutionary ladder of humanity." and I'll be fucked if I'm gonna follow that train of thought long enough to formulate a journal entry.

also, I am tired. And spacey with bad fic. yech. umm.

yeah.

I'll be back.

--A