I have COFFEE!

*runs amok*

I'm at the craziest stage of novel-starting, where I've become twitchy from not working, but the book isn't actually flowing yet. So I open the file, stare at the blank space where a scene should be, and then scream and hop around madly for a while.

And I still have no title! Argh!

Fishsex is easier.

(Also, GIP--I borrowed this from cathellisen, and I loff it with loff.)

The law of goth gravity

Our Heroine sits at the check-out desk, perusing LJ. A boy arrives with a book to check out. Boy also checks out OH's Sisters shirt. Boy inquires about show, laments lack of own attendance at show. Conversation ensues.