Who turned off the switch?

Ever have on of those moments when you're doing fine, working at full efficiency, not the slightest bit tired and even have nearly finished fic for posting (I have! HONEST!) then suddenly something is turned off inside your body and the whole world hits you between the eyes?

Y'know... all happy, energetic, ready, then suddenly SMASH crippling exhausted fatigue. No middle ground - just wide awake/near death.

No?

Just me then. My boy friend must be poisoning me.

Fic update! Yeah... well kinda yeah. Thrice cursed sleep patterns.

So what happened? I went to sleep. How stupid is that?! You go to sleep early then your body clock wakes you with all the effectiveness of an adrenaline injection and a full pack of pro-plus. Gods I feel like I've consumed Italy's entire supply of espresso. Which means no sleep tonight. Which means tomorrow you will see the zombie sparkindarkness, who's going to be considerably less sparky.

(oh and I HATE HATE HATE that word. Whose. Who's? Who made this language?! I know which to use, why don't my hands. Bad hands no... err... what can you deny hands? Stop that RIGHT NOW! I know you're thinking it!)

Oh sweet gods I'm nearly bouncy. For the sake of humanity I need to kill myself, lest this affliction spreads.

Anyway. Here's an Angel update, then I'm going to drag myself away from these crazy celestials for a while and spend some time in faerie town with light & Dark to do some more social functiosn (continuing the wedding) for Phoenixfawn, then I'll do none angsty Darren for her, because if I'm ever in an angst repellent mood, this is it.

As ever, all my old fics can be found in memories. Except they can't because I need to update it.


( Angel - request fic from Home_of_usher )

And another update - Light & Dark

Still during the wedding - the previous additions of which can be found here:
Politics of Marriage
Sitharensor's tale of past glory

It is now Ilatheril's turn to tell a tale of his house.


( Light & Dark 7.3 Ilatheril's tale of modern justice )