Don't leave a voicemail, seriously.

I know I promised the last bit of Liz's fic today, but my whole day was disrupted by flight delays and so on. My big time plans today had been to watch Doctor Who and finish this story (this part is already up to 4800+ words nooooooooooooooooooooooo) but this seems unlikely as it's 4 now and I STILL DON'T KNOW WHEN I HAVE TO GO TO THE AIRPORT IN THE SNOW AND DARK UPHILL OMGWTF? and...so I think this story is at least another 5k on top of what I've already written as...unexpected plot twists have happened?

This is what I'll do, if you're really unhappy and *need* to read my unspellchecked ramblings, PM me with your email address and I'll accommodate that as I understand what being a crackhead is like (I know Liz after all).


What did you get for Christmas? I got a digital camera (so as to spam your flist even MORE with horrible food pictures!) to replace mine that I sat on (interesting story, bro) and other awesome stuff including Inception on bluray, because everyone needs Tom Hardy in 1050, amirite?


(This is a sad, yet true, story: I haven't watched it yet, and I'm kind of holding off because I'm afraid I might swoon over Arthur now...because of my intense over-investment from writing this 10000000000 word story about his ~life and junk. I am a fangirl, y'all, life is haaaaaaaard.)


I need a couple hours uninterrupted to watch DW, weather, why you gotta dick me around like this?