hello sunshine, my old friend

[sarren]

So winter's closing in...and my ankles are cold. Pretty much constantly. Damn ankle socks, damn them to hell I say! I am even (and I cannot emphasise the horror of this clearly enough) considering throwing all taste to the winds and buying Ugg boots.

The angst! The visual trauma!

Now where did I see those fluffy rainbow ones again?

Dear god, I am a slave to fashion.


But hey, notice I'm not talking about Starsky and Hutch?

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Well, obviously, now I am.

Am currently sane person again. I had six shifts in a row, two of them doubles, and was forced to make the hard choices. As in going to bed at a reasonable time every night which meant NO Starsky and Hutch fic. NO Starsky and Hutch episodes.

Cold turkey.

Brutal but effective.

Am no longer in obsess mode.

To illustrate: scrat came over last night and brought new episodes. We watched a couple. She went home. dragonfly8 turned off the TV and went to bed. I went to my computer.

(Ah lovely Mac, how I've missed our quality time this week)

Where I stayed up late reading....a Harry Potter story...

...which I got ten chapters into and decided...nice Draco?? Blah.

And went to bed.