State of the crazy

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Fic: Three done. (Messed FMA homunculus femslash on draft filter.) Last two are each more than half written. I maintain optimism, damn it.

Move: Expecting a magnificent turnout for the moving party, and should be able to get all my crap down from Salem in one trip, which will make tomorrow easier. (Ahhh, moving out! I'll miss this place. But at least this time I've got a real place to move IN to. I haven't really moved IN anywhere in, um, more than two years? And I've moved OUT too many times recently.)

Car: He passed inspection! So I can ignore my rear view mirror for another year. Or until it falls off. Or until I get annoyed about taping it on and replace it. (Parenthetical remark!)

Edit: Note to self: nomming a few dozen cloves of roasted garlic may be yumtastic, but your gut will regret it later.

*curls up groaning* More writing tomorrow. Tomorrow, not tonight. Ow.

One of my longtime mottos has been sadly disproved: there is, in fact, such a thing as too much garlic.

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Your rear-view mirror's falling off? As long as the hinge that lets you aim it isn't broken, I suggest snagging some Gorilla Glue and just gluing it back together. If it's falling off your windshield or something, they might not have fussed about it because it's easy to fix yourself.

I hope the move went well! I'll have to pass on the garlic-warning to my sister, who may not believe me till she experiences it herself.