Made an enormous mistake at work, fell down and skinned my knee, then got home to a letter from the IRS indicating that I had totally effed up last year's tax return. Or at least that they think I effed up, which might be worse, if I have to argue with them.
So, not feeling terribly inspired to do the couple hundred words of writing I've been doing, which led to browsing my google docs looking for something I could tack on to.
Why do I have 721 words of Arthur/Eames fic where Eames is secretly a werewolf?
So, not feeling terribly inspired to do the couple hundred words of writing I've been doing, which led to browsing my google docs looking for something I could tack on to.
Why do I have 721 words of Arthur/Eames fic where Eames is secretly a werewolf?