one of life's little quirks, I guess

I finished my work for the day and then thought I would quickly check my flist before taking an hour or two to play with this idea I've had kicking around. But there is so much engrossing new fic to read that you all, collectively, have saved me from myself -- at least for a little while.

The universe is obviously sending me a message. I'm just not clear on what it is. It's either, "Don't write fic! Read it if you must, but stop sliding down that slippery slope!" or else it's "All the cool kids are doing it! Don't you want to be one of the cool kids?" Hell, knowing me and my tendency to overcomplicate things, most likely the universe is sending me both messages at once, like it's deliberately fucking with me. Damn you, universe! I heard that snickering!

And now, having worked on my book all day and then read fic for the last like two hours, my brain's all googly, so I'm left with thoughts like, Gee, "snickering" is a fun word. Snickering snickering snickering.

I think it's time to step away from the computer now.