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I ATENT DEAD
Aug. 3rd, 2008 11:50 pmI know I spelled that wrong for the reference, but oh well.
My life in bullet points:
-![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
rs_games is fun, even if I haven't been reading most of it. But see if you can guess my fic once it's posted/if it's been posted. Hahahahahaha, because it's really, REALLY obvious. Will comment in depth after the reveal.
-Trying to resist the lure of fanfiction, because I really should write original stuff. How long have I been saying that now? But will NOT write BSG fanfic. Will not will not will NOT.
"Lieutenant," President Roslin said softly, kneeling down in front of him, "what did Baltar say to you?"
He hugged his knees tighter and stared at the spot on the floor, trying not to remember her standing next to him on the edge of the Saggitarion burial ground and willing her to remember that exact moment. "He told me- he told me that he would say that I ordered- that I organized- the temple raids. The ones on the Saggitarions."
President Roslin drew back and stood up. "Release him," she ordered, but the Admiral put his hand up.
"No. He stays in the brig. Madame President." He gestured for Roslin to leave the brig before him, and a tiny part of Felix's soul snorted in amusement. He told it to shut the frak up, and the door slammed shut behind them.
I'm pretty sure I'm spelling Saggitarion wrong, but for some reason my spell checker isn't picking up a few instances of it. And Lieutenant took me several tries to get even close enough for the checker to guess it. See? The universe is giving me a big fat NO, no matter what my brain wants to say.
-Toby ate a bagel! Yay Toby!
-If I have to watch Finding Nemo one more time, I think I shall scream.
Mine!
-Feeling rather depressed these days, which is why I haven't been updating or anything. :P Oh well. It's not like it's over a good reason- just trying to find my place again. Why do I seem to get the PPD well after the kid is here? I was fine the first 7 months, and now I just can't seem to fully pull it together. Ick.
-Must sleep. OT tomorrow morning- oh yay.
-Ross, I will email you back at some point, okay? See two bullet points above.
-Must get new icons. Seriously.
-And must sleep. Seriously. G'night.
My life in bullet points:
-
rs_games is fun, even if I haven't been reading most of it. But see if you can guess my fic once it's posted/if it's been posted. Hahahahahaha, because it's really, REALLY obvious. Will comment in depth after the reveal.-Trying to resist the lure of fanfiction, because I really should write original stuff. How long have I been saying that now? But will NOT write BSG fanfic. Will not will not will NOT.
"Lieutenant," President Roslin said softly, kneeling down in front of him, "what did Baltar say to you?"
He hugged his knees tighter and stared at the spot on the floor, trying not to remember her standing next to him on the edge of the Saggitarion burial ground and willing her to remember that exact moment. "He told me- he told me that he would say that I ordered- that I organized- the temple raids. The ones on the Saggitarions."
President Roslin drew back and stood up. "Release him," she ordered, but the Admiral put his hand up.
"No. He stays in the brig. Madame President." He gestured for Roslin to leave the brig before him, and a tiny part of Felix's soul snorted in amusement. He told it to shut the frak up, and the door slammed shut behind them.
I'm pretty sure I'm spelling Saggitarion wrong, but for some reason my spell checker isn't picking up a few instances of it. And Lieutenant took me several tries to get even close enough for the checker to guess it. See? The universe is giving me a big fat NO, no matter what my brain wants to say.
-Toby ate a bagel! Yay Toby!
-If I have to watch Finding Nemo one more time, I think I shall scream.
Mine!
-Feeling rather depressed these days, which is why I haven't been updating or anything. :P Oh well. It's not like it's over a good reason- just trying to find my place again. Why do I seem to get the PPD well after the kid is here? I was fine the first 7 months, and now I just can't seem to fully pull it together. Ick.
-Must sleep. OT tomorrow morning- oh yay.
-Ross, I will email you back at some point, okay? See two bullet points above.
-Must get new icons. Seriously.
-And must sleep. Seriously. G'night.
