![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Today at work I scribbled fanfic notes on a couple of pieces of paper. Then, when my sister called and said she was ready to go (we work together), it kind of caught me by surprise, because she called a few minutes earlier than I expected, and I left the notes there.
Face up.
They're notes for a slash fic.
grah.
Let's see. I don't think I'm screwed because a) I think the raunchiest thing mentioned was a backrub, b) it would be surprising if anyone even looked at my desk before I get back tomorrow morning, and c) they're nearly illegible (on purpose, because I don't want anyone to read what I'm writing, though this does backfire sometimes because then I can't decipher them myself).
Still, I am quite full of grah. I was planning on writing a little tonight.
And, in an entirely ironic turn of events, that crazy Japanese customer I used to bitch about has bid on a bunch of things from me today. I was just talking with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
little_tristan about what you can get on LJ easily and what you can't, and I said that I could get anything translated into German in about 2.6 seconds on LJ, but not Japanese, and she said she knew someone who could help with Japanese, and I laughed and said that, thankfully, I had no need of Japanese translation skills, because I haven't seen the crazy Japanese customer in months, which would be the only reason I would need help with Japanese translations. This was two days ago. So of course the universe was listening, and now it's laughing at me. And reading my slash notes on my desk at work. Thanks a helluva lot, universe.
At least my sister brought back a large chunk of my mother's chocolate cake. OM NOM NOM. oh so gooooood.
ETA: Um, now I've lost the two pieces of paper I scribbled notes on yesterday. Not only is the universe laughing, it's insisting that I not write anything tonight. wtf, universe?
Face up.
They're notes for a slash fic.
grah.
Let's see. I don't think I'm screwed because a) I think the raunchiest thing mentioned was a backrub, b) it would be surprising if anyone even looked at my desk before I get back tomorrow morning, and c) they're nearly illegible (on purpose, because I don't want anyone to read what I'm writing, though this does backfire sometimes because then I can't decipher them myself).
Still, I am quite full of grah. I was planning on writing a little tonight.
And, in an entirely ironic turn of events, that crazy Japanese customer I used to bitch about has bid on a bunch of things from me today. I was just talking with
little_tristan about what you can get on LJ easily and what you can't, and I said that I could get anything translated into German in about 2.6 seconds on LJ, but not Japanese, and she said she knew someone who could help with Japanese, and I laughed and said that, thankfully, I had no need of Japanese translation skills, because I haven't seen the crazy Japanese customer in months, which would be the only reason I would need help with Japanese translations. This was two days ago. So of course the universe was listening, and now it's laughing at me. And reading my slash notes on my desk at work. Thanks a helluva lot, universe.At least my sister brought back a large chunk of my mother's chocolate cake. OM NOM NOM. oh so gooooood.
ETA: Um, now I've lost the two pieces of paper I scribbled notes on yesterday. Not only is the universe laughing, it's insisting that I not write anything tonight. wtf, universe?