I'm convinced that
scribe, Bette, somehow managed to infect me with the plague via modly contact over the internets. I don't even know how, but she was sick, and now I am sick. THE EVIDENCE SPEAKS FOR ITSELF.
So I am failtastic at the moment about threads and things. I'm going to fortify myself with drugs and then log on and do stuffs. I should make a to-do list. I think I shall. But first I will pimp.
wished has some big plotty stuff coming up and we could use a Lee Jordan, in addition to lots of other still open people. Our very active Alecto would love an Amycus. All our Weasleys would love a Molly or an Arthur. My Padma,
ravenclawpatil, would like her twin around. Umm. . . . there's totally more but I forget. Arggh. Flu brain. Check out
wishedmod for our available and Wanted lists!
And, because I can:

I'm mostly just going to keep track of my word count and see if it gets close rather than push push to make it. But it will sooth my soul over not doing NaNoWriMo this year. Not that I succeeded last year anyway.
And now. To-do.
( Cut for fannish and RP to do list. )My whole CDJ is all up to date and in tables that I stole from
rp_tutorials and neat now, with new profile and all too. Once I get the layout bits changed, it will have had a whole makeover! We will not discuss how long that took.
I am sort of in a state of befuddlement that. . . the New Moon soundtrack. . . it looks good. St. Vincent! Death Cab! Thom Yorke! Black Rebel Motorcycle Club! OK Go!
I'm going to have to snag it, durnit.
I need to catch up on shows too. I miss Sarah Connor Chronicles so hard this season.