it's like a swollen summer, what if I'm getting dumber?

[asimplechord]

The first session at the conference today? Not so pleasant. Needed coffee in a bad way. The funny thing was that the guy next to me (the room was crowded) gave up, put his head down on his arms, and slept through two of the lectures. I was tempted to follow suit.

I diligently stayed all morning, listened to a couple of Nobel laureates gave the keynote speeches at lunchtime, then bailed for a couple of hours to get a couple of lab chores done. Returned for the later afternoon lectures and evening poster sesssion. Happily, there was wine at the poster session. :)


I fail at fandom lately. I've got stuff half written, and have zero motivation to finish them.

And I forgot to mention when these things (all bandslash) were posted over at tabby_and_iris or my fic journal:

Home is through you. [MCR, Gerard/Frank, teen] After Gerard decides to get clean, he turns to Frank. He's afraid to lean on Mikey too much, because he is the older brother.

Two thousand miles seems pretty far. [MCR and PatD, Brendon/Frank, all-ages, part of the Epic universe] The tour has been finished three weeks.

Breakfast. [MCR and PatD, Brendon/Frank, PG, part of the Epic universe] All the same, I think I'd rather have Brendon with strawberries and whipped cream.

Plus, two drabbles: Brendon/Cash [Panic/The Cab, all-ages, ~190 words] and Jamia, Frank, Gerard [MCR, PG, ~180 words].


Meant to upload a mix of the most-played songs of January last week, then compile the Sam Winchester playlist this weekend, but that's clearly not going to be done any time soon. I've got to go to the last day of the conference tomorrow, then we've got to host the g'parents-in-law on Sunday. *sigh*

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JESUS. WHY DID I NOT FRIEND THAT JOURNAL?!?!

Clearly, I fail at being a friend.