Because what else is there to do with myself on this horrible July day, other than sit around poking my various exercises in fanfiction to see how they react? I have got to get something written.

Okay: Goal. I will have the unapologetically fluffy nonsense fiction occasionally known as 'Entrapment' (the Youji + Ken + Supply Closet thing I keep talking about) finished by tomorrow night. I WILL. It shouldn't even be that hard, she said optimistically, as I've finally, finally, finally managed to get the guys to kiss. Logic dictates there isn't a lot of fic left to write after that point and then I should therefore be more than able to finish the thing sometime this evening. Of course, I've said this before and i bet nobody believes a word I have to say related to this fanfic any more, but what the hell!

I also want to carry on with 'Seuche'. The odd thing is that I'm not even stalled. When I actually settle down to write, it's coming so easily it's vaguely worrying. I'm just writing very slowly thanks to being laid low with the affliction commonly known as 'tiredness'. I'm writing on the way to and from work, but during the evenings I tend to be so whacked-out on tiredness that turning on my mp3 player is about as much as I can manage without keeling over through extreme exhaustion. I'm definitely going to try and type up some of my bus-bound squiggles over the course of the day, and once I've finished 'Entrapment' I probably won't feel so bad about trying to do something that isn't work on it...

... and do stupid livejournal posts that is. Oh, and think various Ken Hidaka related things (which I do, on average, about 943,641,876,103,476,909,328 times during the course of the average day). And stare into space, and sleep a lot, and eat things.

This meme was stolen from vermachtnis, who almost definitely got it from quentin_w the Meme King.

( Everything you never wanted to know about laila but have been forced to find out. )

I got 40 for that stupid Public Health essay. Which I think means that I barely passed. I'd be annoyed about getting such a low grade, but considering how burnt-out I was (and still am), how little I care about Public Health and how much of that unit I've already completely forgotten about, I really don't think I give a flying fuck just as long as I passed. Given that around 50 of the diploma students got less than forty and therefore failed, all in all it could have been worse.

You see, I NEED A GODDAMN HOLIDAY. Maybe then I'll start caring again.

Really. Much as I've enjoyed my placement - because I have done, though I'm getting more and more certain that, though I can hadle ward nursing, it's not really where I want to be and that I need critical care and high pressure environments and being yelled at by surgeons and no more four o'clock 'what can I do, there is nothing to do oh my God I am so freaking bored' panic, goddammit - I WANT TO GET OUT OF HERE. Now.

... To which end, I have finally decided after about a year of telling my parents that no, I wasn't sure if I was going to come on holiday with them or not, that I am going to be going to Devon with them in the second week of August after all. Must call them and tell them to take a laptop. I want to use it as a chance to write, much as I did last year. Of course I could just take my notebook (and am going to have to because that damned book comes everywhere with me), but I think the laptop might help, too.

You see, I want to use this holiday as an excuse to chill out and write.

Basically, though I love London, I think the time has definitely come to get away from it for a while, to go and spend a week (well, a week less a day) in a holiday cottage near (but not by) the sea in Devon. I like Devon. I am the 'TAKE HOLIDAYS IN ENGLAND DAMN YOU' poster girl. I'll just have to use a few days out of the remaining two weeks of my holiday for watching Weiss Kreuz Kapitel in (again). Ken missing the point and yelling at people = Relaxation.

Two weeks of placement left... kinda. Now all I've got to do is actually make it through...