So, yeah, I drove around some and dyed my hair, as one does in the face of great disappointment and near-paralyzing stress, but then I thought about my pairing and realized I have two solid days to write, not including work. The new story'll be short, but I'll manage it, and it won't suck as much, which is nice. I just wish I could stop playing with the old story, cutting and pasting and thinking "well, maybe if JC gets drunk." IT IS A DEAD PARROT. There's nothing else for it.
I almost wrote this entry with small-letter Is! That's how not-me I feel right now. Wow.