Internet, I have been awake for many many lots of hours and have work in a couple more, and I cannot sleep.

But! Good things: 1) violin_road is reading Wolf House #3 at the moment and informs me she is going to marry all of the characters, which I think means she likes it, and 2) This is a lovely, perfect Adam/Brad story, I approve of all it chooses to be, and 3) this gif, because all posts should end with Jim Kirk.

Word counts as of right now:
Re-write of Long Live The Black Parade: 15, 000
Wolf House book four: 3, 300
A Little Frankenstein Princess: 0
(someday someday someday oh man I fail so hard)

Not too shabby for a month where my brain has been decidedly otherwise occupied.

This morning I had to speak to someone who works in an office which communicates a lot with the office I work in, and she knew about my bereavement leave and all that. Her opening words on the phonecall were "Hey Mary! Did you have a good break?". Oh, yeah, it was peachy fucking keen, thanks for asking! Ugh, humanity, please don't make me smite you, it messes up my hair.

Last night on the phone to my mother I tried to explain my Leonard Nimoy crush. She thought what I actually meant was that I appreciate him as an artist and am fond of his character, and so she tried to explain to me that this isn't really what a crush is, a crush is a physical attraction to someone. I may or may not have used the words 'HIT IT LIKE THE FIST OF AN ANGRY GOD' in my reply. She still didn't believe me. Whyyyyyy is it so hard to comprehend that I desire Spock Prime to ravish me until I am ruined for all sex with other men?

Speaking of sex with other men (THIS IS THE BEST SEGUE I WILL EVER HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO MAKE IN MY LIFE DON'T EVEN LIE), oh, Cheeks, you make Pete Wentz look restrained in his social networking life choices.

So for the last two days I have been trapped in a crazy-bad depressive episode, which is vastly unfair as I am pretty sure that I currently take approximately all the Effexor in the world each morning. It has sucked a lot! I dislike being miserable and feel I have probably done my fair share of it for this decade already.

If I had any kind of writing talent and/or energy at all, I would attempt to write a story about what would happen if Kris got bitten and turned by a vampire on the Idol tour and Adam found out, because apparently my brain has not grown up one single bit since I was sixteen years old. Seriously, I'm actually kind of concerned at how stunted my development as a person apparently is.

But anyway, I am too tired and too crap to attempt such a tale, so here instead is a picture of what I imagine Kris as a vampire would probably be like: Very elegant and gothic, there.

Anyway, um, let's play the questions game. Ask things about me you are curious to know! I will probably eventually answer, and will do my best to do so honestly.