You think you know a story, but you only know how it ends

Yesterday, someone on kirk_mccoy posted a fic search and as I read it, I realized they were looking for my ST fic and they spoke so kindly about it and I was so excited and flattered. And then Chris and I went to the YMCA and exercised before dinner with cafeaffogato. It was oddly fulfilling.

Today it's been snowing. My mom was worried about me driving on the beltline to the vet, so I moved the appointment to tomorrow. Olivia had the hiccups for a little while this morning, which was kind of cute, but otherwise they seem as usual.

My boss apparently opted not to come in -not that she called or anything- which annoys me in principle, but thrills me in practice.

I have chocolate cake to eat and Tudors to watch/listen to while I work.

And speaking of the Tudors, it is so epically historically beautifully trashy, even though it's skeezy to watch Henry VIII be all "Ungngh Anne Boleyn I love you so much baby yeah yeah yeah" when you know he's going to cut off her head pretty soon. But god, just looking at it is amazing. I want to wear everything in the entire show. Even the castles. And WIRWSFHISUHFI PETER O'TOOLE!!!!

In conclusion, maybe I'll write later. Or just read. Either one would please me.