I am not human.

Got here this morning, adjusted myself in my chair by pushing against the crossbar with my foot. The strap of my sandal ripped off (causing me to smash my foot into the desk), and I had to hobble around on one shoe and an achey foot until my husband came by on his way to work.

Been getting phone calls all day about groups we don't have, phone calls to managers that aren't being returned, and people who have left things and want to chew me out for it.

I also get this sort of half-laugh in my voice when I'm smiling on the phone, trying to be friendly with people, and this morning someone very brusquely told me they "did not appreciate my inappropriate giggling" when speaking with her, and that I was obviously not taking her seriously. First, I don't giggle. Second, I had to apologize for the way that I talk when I try to be nice to people: "I'm sorry, maam. I wasn't trying to be offensive." "Well, you are." Um, okaaaay... I'll just start being a bitch from now on.

Oh, and they can't seem to hire anyone that can cover my days off, so, yay for too many hours a week dealing with shit like this, too.

I can has sexay FBI agents having secks nao, and no moar work, pls?

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Calling betas! ;) Firstly, I'm putting this at the top, because the rest of this will probably get a bit tl;dr. *g* Neither of the people I'd normally ask to beta will touch this, so I need a beta! Snupin, dub-con (that, in the interest of full disclosure, starts out as non-con), mwpp era (post-prank), with a dark!Remus. It's pretty short (less than 1500 words right now, though I do intend to flesh it out as much as possible, before sending it out. I doubt it will get over 3000, though, if even that.) Any takers?

The last few days have been exhausting. Have I mentioned I hate football season in Tennessee? ( working the football weekend, complete with phone ghosts and real fire! )

I'm glad I have today and tomorrow off, though I just feel tired today. I was restless all last night. I couldn't sleep well and I think I was talking in my sleep. I distinctly remember trying to ask my husband, through a haze of deep sleep, "Do you think if my Snape was taller, he would act differently?" Which... is weird... and amusing because why am I thinking of my RP!Snape in my sleep? Then I woke up at 7:30 with such a pressing feeling of anxiousness that I got out of bed to come and make sure there wasn't anybody in my apartment that shouldn't be and checking the door locks before going back to sleep. O.o

I'm just hoping I can catch up on my rest and get some writing done this "weekend." I still have only the vaguest idea for SnuSa. It's sort of there, but I have no exact plot and I'm trying to figure out how to get the ending appropriately hopeful. I'm planning to slip off to Borders today to write a bit out and maybe an idea will gel doing that. *crosses fingers*