Mixed Nuts.

I put my belt wrong side out this morning and didn't zip up my trousers. My brain has posted a 'gone on effing holiday, ungrateful tart' sign on its door. It's a wonder I can recall anything at this point. I'm grateful to have people like lalejandra and ethrosdemon around who go out of their way to make me smile when it's clear that my Glare of Doom could cause large wildfires. Ta, ladies. I also hope to write some Ron-centric porn for serialkarma, who's feeling poorly.

Cross your fingers, maybe somebody else will get laid, too!