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01/16/2006: "A "Grog"gy Entry (Oh I'm so witty!)"
music: Eminem - Without Memood: giggly
I made grog for the first time tonight, and that stuff is kinda potent, but strangely addicting, but I'm now sad that I don't have more rum, and I'm down to the bottom of my mug of rum. Pretty darn potent, as it's getting kinda hard to concentrate.
I looked again at the length of my chapters, and decided they were a bit too much... so I've decided to renumber them, and I'm now officially working on Chapter 7 of "Twilight...", and on page 53 of who knows how many.
I'd like to test out my theory if being flamingly drunk can inspire me to have McKay do something even more OOC and hillarious in the plant fic, but nothing's coming. Drat. But I finished off the song and dance scene yesterday, and that fic is at 15 pages now, but unfortunately I reminded myself that I had a tiny little scrap of paper that I had written the rest of the plot out on (this summer!), and proceeded to search m entire damn purse for the thing, but alas, it's gone to some great idea resting place in the sky... or something.
Thing was it had a lot of damn good ideas in it, but I'm not one to be tied down to outlines. Although damn, I'm trying to decide where to pick up the infirmary scene (from where Sheppard demands the tests, or after the tests)...
Honestly I'm not sure how long I can keep Ford down the infirmary with that rash, so I probably should get a nice ribbing scene out of it while I can, because McKay's next visit isn't going to go so smoothly...
Stalled on page 11-ish of the next "Ties that Bind", guess I'm going to need to watch "Hide and Seek", oh the agony, the imposition! Opening up the leash story now to see if I can get any inspiration on it. And I've reached the end of my glass and hit like a few more songs on my playlist, so I shall close this entry out without another update.