Okay so quick review: School is going well, Chem class annoys the fuck out of me, I have a shitfuckton of homework all the time, and I apparently have a staph infection in my toe and am now on antibiotics which are raining ruination and devastation on my digestive tract. GOOD TIMES.

Today has been quite nice. Brother and I woke up Dad with the song that never ends, Dad and I made terrible french onion soup, we did meal planning and food shopping for the week, everyone pitched in to make dinner, I did bunches of homework, and I blurted out 2085 words of Transformers fanfic that is actually pretty decent. I set out to write one or two hundred words about inflection and tone, and it turned into 2k of the meaning of life if you’re a giant robot. This means I desperately need to edit the beginning, but I think I’m happy with how things develop in it. It’s more an info-dump and teaching moment than a story, but I like it anyway, if only because it helped cement my own ideas on the issues it touches. Yaaaaay writing! :D I’ve been pondering the deeper meaning of being a mechanical organism for a few months now, so it’s utterly fascinating to watch it morph into a real story. AND THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING. I desperately want to write Sunstreaker and Sideswipe the way I’ve always wanted to see them written. They’re terribly sympathetic characters to me.

And now it is time to warm up in the shower and then retreat to my frigid bed. XD Time to use the heating pad as a footwarmer again!