all that matters

It's sunday evening and I am translating a load of mind-numbingly boring crap when all I want to do is write fic. *headdesk* Feels a bit like working on my dissertation back in 2006, when every word was bled rather than written because my mind was elsewhere.

Brings back memories, though. There was that flash web game back then in which you got to undress Hakkai, and it was probably the only thing that kept me sane throughout that month and all those 110 pages of point 12 Times Roman worth of EFL methodology. Even though I still have the link to that game in my eljay somewhere, the page doesn't exist anymore - it doesn't get any more disappointing than that. :P

This rather random and entirely devoid of substance bit of mental garbage is brought to you by yours truly who's currently reforging her take on procrastination into a new level of art form. Sigh.

Four days until vacation. Merciful Goddess help me. :P