tenlittlebullets | (no subject)

.....okay, as per the suggestion of a disturbing number of people on my flist, have had a few glasses of wine and am now gloriously... er... tipsy? Drunk isn't the right word. Well, maybe--apparently my gross motor skills are the first to go, as I have to concentrate inordinately hard to keep from stumbling and my head goes all funny when I make big movements, but fine motor skills are A-OK. As evidenced by lack of typos.

Hey, here's an idea, I'll get gloriously drunk and stay up all night writing fic! It's authorial inhibitions that make my prose all stilted anyway. Another glass and I'll probably have the guts to imitate Hugo's prose with no shame whatsoever.

Props to Lulu, who has to put up with my talkativeness now, and to Grantaire, a fellow rambly!drunk. Rereading his rants while not exactly sober myself was quite amusing.

....okay, I'll just shut up now.

(re: icon: am not being moody, but tis the only R!icon I have.)