I swear this is turning into an obsession.

An entire day of working on it on and off and the end of Break Point is in sight. I'm at 4,798 words now and I think I have about another 1,000 or so to go... but at least half of them are smut and I hate smut-writing at 4am. So I might try and finish everything but the smut, then do the smut when I get up and post it then, because I've worked too long on this now to screw it up at 4am on the smut, of all things. I'm just glad it finally found a direction and my muses surprised me once or twice by actually working for it.

I am going to be so glad to be done with this fic. -_- It's driving me as mad as Bounty did, and that was twice as long. Ggggrrrr.

Clo

EDIT: And being in the house all by myself is starting to get a little freaky, even though the coolness of being able to have a bath without worrying that anyone else needs the bathroom, or to leave dirty plates until morning, cannot be denied. It's just this is my *first* night, and I've got another... six nights after this. I may crack. Or start letting the cat sleep on my bed to keep my company which was totally forbidden by the 'rents and which I am gleefully going to ignore.

Roger has redeemed himself in my opinion...

... after fighting me for weeks on Break Point, his RL counterpart has gone and been a good boy. *pets him*

Break Point is 6,549 words and counting but I think the vast majority of plot is out the way and there's just smut and one scene left to finish. And the one scene has my favourite thing ever in it, which I didn't realise it would have until a second ago, so I'm happy. *snuggles her Roger muse for finally working*

The uh, angst-ban didn't apply to this right? Because if it did I've broken it. Into really tiny pieces which I then burned and danced a jig in the ashes of. Just to warn you all.

Still coping being all by myself. Figured out how to work the dishwasher earlier and felt ridiculously proud of myself. *snickers* Washing all my clothes is the next challenge but I'm more worried about the dryer, since I am liable to shrink things all over the place if I get it wrong. Hhhmm. We shall see.

I just screamed when confronted with a really tiny bee in my room. I am so not going to last the week. *grins*

Back to fic, which I want to finish before five because that's when they're showing the delayed Roger vs Gasquet match. Which gives me... okay, better go fic - again - now.

Clo

edit: Hey, has Roger cut his hair again?!!

Oh they deserve a round of applause for that.

The way they decided to open the tennis? Cheesy Indiana-Jones-type music, complete with brightly coloured, cheesy 'Starring...' subtitles.

*falls over laughing* Oh god, someone deserves a medal for even *thinking* of that. ^__^

Roger has cut his bloody hair! It's definitely half an inch or so shorter. Dammit Roger!

EDIT: No, I haven't grown up yet. Not when "The world number one, with the new balls in his hands," makes me giggle. *sighs*

Also? Mirka really likes pink.

Oh holy fuck.

Having just consulted the back of my hand - my notebook when I'm too lazy to find paper - and found the words 'BIN' and 'POTS' written across it in Biro, I remembered I was meant to put the bin out front for the binmen tomorrow and water the woman's flower pots on the patio. So, thinking I should do it before I forget - and so I didn't end up doing it at two in the morning - I dutifully put the bin by the gates and went out back, turned the hose pipe on and started watering flowers. About three pots in I noticed a bug on the floor by the door - now it is very important to keep in mind that in general here, we just don't get bugs bigger than say a penny, but this bug was a good inch, inch and a half long, lying on its back and kicking its legs. So, with much terrified squeaking - spiders, rats, snakes, I'm fine, anything even remotely cockroach shaped = me a gibbering mess and this thing looked very cockroach-esque - I found a plastic jug to put over it and crouched down for a look, safe in the knowledge it was under the jug and couldn't get to me.

Until something, very big by our standards, buzzed loudly past my ear.

I'm waiting for a call from the neighbours because I literally screamed my head off and ran as fast as I could down the garden. Anyone listening to me would've thought I was being murdered. I hate things buzzing in my ear. The amount of times I fall out of bed in the summer when a wasp gets in my room... anyway, there were at least TWO more of these big buzzy things that I could see, most definitely not safely confined under jugs and that was it. Screw the plants and I'm very glad I did the bin first because there's no way you're getting my outside this house again tonight. I have no idea what they are and I don't care; I'm not going near them. They are fucking *huge* by British standards. Oh fuck, that scared the hell out of me. I'm still twitching every time I see something out the corner of my eye. Oh man.

*deep breath* Okay, I really need to calm down now. Just bugs. Nothing to worry about.

*twitches*

Clo

P.S. Fic soon. And I know I've been saying that all weekend but this time I mean it. Just mid-smut and all is almost done.