I hate my job

This is the problem with LJ: we all think we are so close, and we know nothing about each other. I'm going to rectify it. I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Feel free to ask tough questions. Then post this in your LJ and find out what people don't know about you.

Feel free to distract me. I'm wrestling with the plot progression of my story and trying to resist the urge to write fanfic for a story I haven't even finished. Can you fanfic your own stuff? Ugh. My brain hurts.

cigarette and then to bed, we see 17,000 words and counting

I just want to note that the rats in the walls have gotten loud since yesterday. It sounds like they're crawling directly on the sheet rock, dragging each other back and forth. It's making me crazy. I keep trying to write about my little wizard, and the damn rats distract me. That and I started reading Vali's Daniel Dawes stuff and oh my brain has gone off on a tangent.

I am trying really hard to keep my story from turning into a weird, weird, sexually charged ride through the woods. But I have the feeling it's going to end up that way anyway. What the hell is it with wizards? This one is so inept with people, I'm not sure he would know how to fuck if it weren't for the help of his more dashing friend there.

Alan's playing the new CounterStrike and raving about the refracted water coding. No, I really don't know how they do it. But it looks amazing.