One last whine, I swear.

Okay ow. Ibuprofen wore off. Thank god it's been long enough so I can take some more. This had better bloody well be at least a *little* better by the morning. I can't stay drugged up for the entire weekend.

Parisian Dreams is doing okay, should be done in a couple of hours minus any distractions. Still contemplating how to write the smut. It's like growing up with two legs then waking up one day with four and trying to figure out how to walk with them all. Very weird.

And since this is officially my last whine of the night - OW! ;)

And I'm done. Fic later, if all goes well.

This is becoming rather familiar.

And I get the feeling I will be murdered for it but Parisian Dreams 4 just hit 2,000 words with no end in sight and my mouth is starting to hurt again. If I don't get to sleep before the painkillers wear off completely I'll never manage it. In view of the mitigating circumstances, could I possibly, just possibly post it tomorrow morning instead? The smut will be better for it I promise. This fic just keeps getting longer and I don't think I can pull yet another 5am-er this week.

Am very sorry to do this *again*. I should just saying anything about fic and then when I actually post it, it'll just be a surprise.

Right.

I am going to have a bath - mmm, bath - then finish part four of Parisian Dreams which is doing very well. All the angst - because you know, I can't write a fic without angst - has been dealt with and it's just pure smut from here. *rubs hands gleefully*

In worse news, my face swelled up more overnight and I've looked like a hamster, all day. Tooth is a little better than yesterday, though trying to smile is not pretty and I think I'll be avoiding toffee for the next four months. I'm hoping it'll clear up by Monday morning or I'll have to email my English tutor and beg for a post-ponement of the presentation, since I can't talk well enough right now to talk for five minutes on modernist poetry in front of a class. *sighs* Couldn't this have waited until Monday lunchtime?

To bath! I miss having a bath in university so I'm off to enjoy it while I can. I promise fic later, since short of something going hugely wrong - *touch wood* - I can't see how PD won't be finished tonight. Especially since I've been sleeping on and off all day, so I should be awake enough. :)

Later!

EDIT: Mmm, bath was good.

Y'know, I just checked and Parisian Dreams right now is 15,893 words... which officially makes it the longest tennis slash I've written. And it's not even finished yet.

Crazy.