The most regrettable thing about nursing is that I walk home wreathed in Eau de Middlesex Hospital. I've well and truly capitulated to total girliness by starting wearing perfume in reaction to the hospital smell (making my not-exactly well hidden inner tomboy scream in horrified dismay in the process), but it doesn't seem to help shift the lingering hospital smell much, never mind that I always change my clothes before I head home... Healthcare lingers and God knows that, as I don't like to go home looking like a nurse, I don't much enjoy going home smelling like one either.

Yup, I'm well and truly back on placement again.

Part of me's pissed about it. The other part of me's almost glad that I've got something to do with my time since God knows the holidays weren't exactly doing me any favors. All I did was sink further and further into a pit of torpidity, feeling my inspiration wither on the vine. Maybe being back at work will allow me to write again. I hope it will, because feeling uninspired eats my head. And maybe I'm overtired, but I think that last line would sound a lot funnier if said in an Invader Zim-like voice. I am overtired. Damned first day of placement.

And speaking of writing, the sinful and twisted plot bunnie for this evil SchuKen fic has been sinking its fangs into my leg for the last few days. Oh, God, that means I've got to write it or I'll never get five minutes' peace from this horrible damned idea of mine. Ugh. Not good I assure you.

... Like I needed to write more SchuKen non-con (spoiler? Not exactly. I'd like people to know where my ideas for this thing are going). And a one-shot at that. I'm seriously not proud of this idea, I think it's pretty nasty and I really don't approve of it much - certainly I don't want to bloody well write it - but I've had it and I've almost got to write it because otherwise I won't be able to write about anything I actually, um, like. Though God knows where I'll post it. Like I said before, I couldn't post this to ff.net without running the risk of getting my account pulled. I hate it when fics I don't really want to write pop into my head almost fully-formed and my brain just refuses to leave them alone. 'A step forward into night' did this to me too and I didn't want to write that either.

But this thing's much nastier than that fic was. Much.

Anyway.

I am also going to make more stupid icons sometime soon. I definitely want to try and make one with Youji and Ken in (which will be no mean feat in a 100x100 icon) on the general theme of OTPs. And I still need to make my smoking!Youji icon, which I may do tomorrow. If I can't manage to get this fic out of my head and out of the way, that is. Oh, and I still need to email vermachtnis, don't I? God damn, I've been so slack.

(It's all marysues' fault, I swear. I would have done so much more over the last few days if I hadn't been having such fun posting Sue reports to this comm. Um, perhaps.)

In other news my parents have found The Kitties to fill the empty void left by the death of our poor cat. I haven't seen them yet - obviously not because I'm in London and the kitties are at home with my family in Kent - but they now have two little cats, both of which are black. They're half-Burmese, quarter-Siamese, and quarter Domestic Mog which makes them rather curious little propositions, I'm sure. According to my mother they're both currently hiding behind the sofa, scared out of their wits.

Makes me wish I was back in Kent. Just for a little while, so I could see the kitties. My parents say they're going to send photos, though. Damn placement... photos are good, but what I really want is to see them both properly! I'm going to have to go down some weekend after college starts just so I can say a decent Hello to the pair of them. I can't wait until Christmas for my first glimpse at the new kitties, damn it!

But first I want to answer comments. And eat food. And go to sleep. Food and sleep are my friends.