Bored into filling out:

( Roleplaying Survey/Meme/Thing )

This comes on the eve of a rough choice: I'm officially backing out of a few games, to be announced in their respective OOCs. Mainly, if I haven't actively posted in your game in the past two weeks or so? I'm likely gone, unless I find a good reason to stay. I hate holding onto pups I know I'm never going to play. ( So, games I'm considering leaving... )

If anyone has any objections, I'm looking for plottage with those games! If I can't come up with anything in the next couple days, I'm afraid I'll have to drop.

AND, to round out my State of the RP post: please to be checking out badmds, heartandmindooc, and syncraticsd! New games, all fandom based, all just starting! Looking for new players, etc, etc!

And... that's it.

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So. Of course, once again my ADD attacks.

'Oh, I'll just run upstairs to get out of these ass-hugging jeans and into some sweatpants so I can get more comfortable'. Right.

Here we are, about five hours later, and I am just now realizing I actually slept.

At 8:30.

This is almost historic, people. It will probably never happen again XD

Needless to say, I'm still in that excellent half-awake state, so all tagging and the like is waiting until tomorrow morning.

Apologies for anyone who was waiting on something. I might actually be up long enough tomorrow to plot something out! XD

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So. drsnarkfest is what accomplishment looks like. And it only took me 3 hours. Hahaha.

Okay, now, I get back to tags. For real.

Tomorrow's effort? Make new little pictures to cover that crazy-ass face-thing. But I'm content in it, for now.

(So, I've decided, since there are completely randomized and usually amusing-as-hell quotes in that 'Tweak Says' thing atop this page, those are going to function as my post names. Because it makes my life easier, when I don't feel like thinking of one. </useless>)

Did you know that the name '48 hour flu' is a complete misnomer? It has definately been *pauses to actually count* sixty (60) hours. And still, food is the enemy. So, for now I wrap up in my pajamas, and wait for this series of stomach cramps to go away, so I can write the other paper I have due this week (the other was finished last night, at approximately 2:04 am. During- guess what- another of my stomach's renditions of Chewbacca impressions. Ponder that one.)

Ah, MXC. Next time this show's on, listen very closely- I think the voice-overs are the robots from MST3K.

This post has no true educational or informational value; although it could be high in carbs. If... the internet has carbs.

And it's thoughts like that, that let me know I need to stop typing, take more meds, and go back to sleep.

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So. I'm apparently in the market for new and exciting ways to torture and/or pimp out everyone's favorite misanthropic bastard. And this'll be the post where I try and keep track of the storylines he's in, that aren't game based.

House/13 with sadist
Scene 1: F-Locked @ sadist

Who: House and Ray, Girls possible later
What: Post Physio Grumbles
When: Jan 5, 2008
Why: We're bored. And the comms are all closed.


The car ride back from Greg's third day of physical therapy was silent- that last fall made Greg less than sociable, and after a loud few minutes of getting Greg back into his wheelchair, they'd left a half hour early for fear of someone- probably not Greg- getting hurt worse than they were already.

Arms crossed, eyes trying to bore a hole in the dash, Greg waited petulantly for Ray to get out and set up his wheelchair, not strong enough on the passive prosthetic they'd given him to lean and set it up. He just wanted to make it to the hot tub, and to his pill. Everything else was just an annoyance, by this point.