This writing thing.

Good grief, writing happy couples is boring. I knew there was a reason I always wrote get-togethers. I think I need to give this UST-packed gen thing a serious try. Uh. Good thing that happy times don't last and we can easily turn it all into a Lotus Eater Machine by means of Diabolus Ex Machina. Because hey, Happy Ever After is boring as fuck. Heaven for the climate, Hell for company, except that the climate in Heaven must be pretty fucking fantastic to justify the utter and complete boredom. XD

Sigh. Again, what happened to short, sweet and plotless?

Yes, this is news of the day. Clearly. Not the fact that apparently I need to memorise ~600 pages of Biochemistry and Genomes textbooks, for tomorrow. Bugger it all for a larke.