On Being DONE.

It's finished. It isn't quite the required length, but it's finished, and now it can go and fuck itself. It's crap, but it's done. And look! I came up with a song.

(sung to the melody of "Homeward Bound")

Homework bound, I wish I wasn't,
Homework bound. Work!
As my thoughts escape me, work!
As no music's playing, work!
As my ass expands and fingers start hurting...

And now I'll sit on my rear end,
Procrastinate, and pretend... (mmmmmhmmmhmhmmm)
That all my words are gold to me,
That this isn't all bullshitting,
I wish I had a hug to give,
I need someone to comfort meeeeee...

And so on. Now you all have Simon and Garfunkel in your heads. Heh.

Am SO going out and getting shitfaced tonight, it's not even funny. Going to a gig, in fact. Whoohoo! Let the holidays BEGIN!

And, here, for anybody that cares (me!), some highlights from mine and Stereo's conversation in the last three or two hours before we were done with the site. I'm cutting and pasting from her journal. When I reread these today, I almost cried. Funny. Very funny. But we were delirious. I mean, honestly.

( It's all in the state of mind... )

( What was that about a BLACK HEAD? )

( The joy of...llamas? )

( On how NOT to spell at 4 o'clock in the morning. Bras, you say? )

( You fret once, but then you just...have to...do it again... )

( We can't even kill each other right! )

( On...ummm...spewing... *coughMoeylookatthiscough* )

( Oh, we really need that 's'...with a tiny dildo of no -?.. )

( Total and utter lunacy. I mean, really. I mean, DELIRIOUS. )

( What do you do with an ass?.. )

( What do I do now, again? And again? And WHAT?! )

( Total ARGH. I believe this was ten minutes beforehand. )

Oh, man, beings a tear to my eye. stereo_m - you really need to get your ass down here, so this doesn't happen again, at least!

And she and I are completely incurable. We tell each other - no more working on this thing for at least a few days. That's IT, we need REST. What do we do when I've given up working on my essay (YES, I DID just write ASS, thank you! GOOD GOD!)? Start improving the site. Incorrigible. But oh man, this is just the beginning... We have...many...grand plans for improvement, I believe. One of them *ahem* being the getting of the Magistrate in the same vicinity as the Princess.

*cackles*

My fingers hurt. Ow.

*checks canis_m as another victim* There, what a pretty pretty list...