How 'bout cookin' something up with me?

GUESS WHAT FRIENDS! You can get all excited now, and not because of my gratuitous icon of mostly-naked Michael Trucco Sammy. No: as promised, this is the last time you get to hear about this in my journal (until I start gushing over how great the stories are once the exchange is done).

Tomorrow is the last day to sign up for the off-season fic exchange at ineedmyfics. If you've been thinking about it, we say no time like the present, yes?

There. Got that out of my system. If you want something shorter, go look at my Dragon Age drabble! I wrote one! The last one I started ended up being worth more than six drabbles, so I finally wrote for Alistair instead of Zevran and it worked (in my house, we call him All-Star). You all should come over there and write with us. It's just 100 words. That's forty-six fewer words than this post through the end of this sentence.

(Wow, I'm good. I just guessed at 46, then checked and Semagic said I was right. Editors 'R' Us.)

Okay, I will stop pestering any and all of you to write with me. Whether you do or not, I still love you. ♥

(And I didn't even have any caffeine today. What the hell.)

Hey, anyone want to do some canon-viewing with me soon? I'm thinking Last Exile, but I could be readily swayed. I know I'm supposed to be reading Chamber of Secrets but I'm not in the mood and how sad is that? A) very sad, B) kind of sad, C) not so sad, or D) who cares? The book isn't exactly going anywhere, after all. My love for all things Potter waxes and wanes but mostly wanes these days. Sorry. Even totally evil Tom Riddle and letters made of flame aren't enough to pique my interest at the moment.

*insert abrupt ending here*