note from my better half this morning: "MUNEEZ. U CAN HAZ DEM."

I will totally need luck at the Apple store, so. Luck. Wish me it. If I have bunches they'll fix my iPod! If I have only a little I won't have to go back to the police station in two days because my passport will already be ready to pick up today.

Yeah, so remember how I was writing an epic werewolves & vampires Frank/Gerard story with mpreg? Yeah, I didn't want to write the horrifyingly long and srsly u guys novel version so I've been trying hard to keep it short, and thus far I have managed to get Gerard to age thirteen in... 7700 words. Great. So, at this rate, by the time I actually get around to the mpreg part, let alone the plotty plot, it will be a novellette. Why does this happen to me, why? Just watch: when I try to write my first ACTUAL story that's not made completely of crack (and here we're still talking silly AUs but at least not, like, physically impossible ones), I will end up dragging along for three weeks and finish the whole thing at 5000 words or something. My main solace is that the people around me who are writing fic keep feeding it to me as they go and it is a billion times awesomer than mine. bexless's is going to pwn everything with brilliantly exquisite hilarity and megolas and wax_jism are both apparently working on melting my computer monitor with sheer hotness, so, you know, that works.

RIP Delilah - yay passport

The bad news: harddrive broken. There are really no worse swear-terms I can think of.

The good news: my passport was ready two days early and the residence permit's valid until 2011 (I totally didn't think I was eligible for a long-term permit until next year; yay for the police!). Oh, but that horrible passport picture? THE JOKE'S ON ME. It's totally printed on the permit. They've never used the picture before! Gaaaaah.

But... harddrive broken.  RIP, Delilah. You were a good ipod.:(

I kind of wanted to take home the cute geeks at the Apple store, though. I can't call them cute little geeks because the repair guy who checked the hd for free was like seven feet tall. And had tremendous slanty blue Finnish Bambi eyes. He looked like a seven-foot-tall five-year-old. And the counter guy had on this little, ahahahahah, black coral necklacey thing and this tiny little hipster beard and dorky Patrick glasses. Yeah.

at least I speak the lingo if I have to be stuck alone in Stockholm overnight

Okay so I have to fly out of Stockholm Sunday morning, but Wax has nixed our ferry-riding plans so I'm going to be there alone, and I can't get there with any flight or boat early enough to make the 10 am connection. Which means I have to be in Sweden overnight Saturday night. Wax has friends in Stockholm but one of them is sick and one of them is going to a wedding, so like... :? GAH.

Wax's cousins, both of whom I have met and get along well with, live in Uppsala and Stockholm respectively, but even though they're, like, young adults with whom she has always got on well, she doesn't even have their phone numbers. "They're just in Sweden," I said, "Can't you send a text message?" But she can't. Arg. :|