I always thought I'd be a grown up when I grew up

I had to get up at 7am this morning. I actually did get up at 8am this morning. It isn't civilised, I tell you. Any sensible person would wait til the world had warmed up a bit (say, until 10.30) and then stay up late to make the most of the residual heat being radiated from a planet that had spent 9 hours or so being heated up by the sun.

I've been steadily tidying up my LJ tags to merge those with only one use into existing more common ones. My life appears to be mainly grupming about work and men (and yes, this is another one). I need to get out more.

Got all Inspired for another WK fic last night (by Don Henley - I'm so rock 'n' roll, me). Can't quite think how to start it though. It has the potential to be An Epic, or alternatively tiny. Am also being given Bad Ideas by wk_100's latest challenge ("Trapped"). No, really; when I say "bad", I mean "claw your brian out and stomp on it".

No further progress on Branching Out, either in RED or ORANGE. I have, however, knitted 15" of Wavy. It looks like a translucent tortoiseshell cat's tummy. The wiggly ribbing is starting to show up, though not as clearly as in the picture on knitty.com; that's what I get for knitting it out of fairy sheep instead of DK.

I have No Idea where to post my insane attempts at creativity. They're too long for (and don't fit the challenge at) wk_100.

Snippets & word counts will be going up at picowrimo. Until I go back to work next week, at which point I expect all my good intentions to fall by the wayside. Still, I'm having fun so far; Schuldig (see icon, for those of you not yet sucked into the crack that is WK) has taken over my brain and is monologuing.