I'm whining again!

[rabidsamfan]

My furnace is not working properly. It's sixty degrees F (15.5C) in my apartment and has been since yesterday morning. Seeing as how this is the week that winter finally decided to show up in Boston, and my windows leak, it's not been the best of mornings. But I'm skipping work to wait for the plumber, and I have DVDs and hot chocolate, so I will survive.

Wrote a drabble for one of surgicalsteel's characters. It's over here.

Man, I miss writing drabbles. Here's hoping inspiration will nudge me again.



Exile

I'm not Serindë, all right?

I know that. I've known it most of my life. I'm not as smart as she is, I'm not as brave as she is, I'm not loved like she is...

I'm stuck in the armpit of nowhere, all because of a man who isn't even sharing my bed anymore, with everyone watching me and waiting for me to fuck up because I'm not Serindë. Even if I could wear her shoes, which I can't, they'd never fit. And you know the worst of it?

She's got the only damn shoulder I want to cry on.