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*screams*
I'm going insane. I wandered around town wearing a Zorro mask the other day. A moth decided to crawl over my face when I was going to sleep. I had a General Studies exam. And just now I had a major nostalgia rush for Pokemon (which is all one friend's fault, but hey).
And oh gosh. I feel strange.
I desperately want to post some fic. Lots and lots and lots of it.
But though I have one drabble done, and am working on more stuff (almost finished the late Jantolution challenge bit and Jack's Dispensable, which I likey) posting it feels wrong.
What's the matter with me?
And oh gosh. I feel strange.
I desperately want to post some fic. Lots and lots and lots of it.
But though I have one drabble done, and am working on more stuff (almost finished the late Jantolution challenge bit and Jack's Dispensable, which I likey) posting it feels wrong.
What's the matter with me?
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You appear to have a bad case of being round the bend. My only advice is to keep going until you return to sanity st.
Post yer fic! Ficcup! If you regret posting you can rationalise. "It's not my fault," you'll say, "I've got the ficcups. FIC!"
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You made me cry laughing!
(And there are now at least 9 pokemon films... How scary is that?)