Fasting my ass

Who ever invented fasting blood tests was a right sodding bastard.  I can't even have a beer or a cuppa tea.  And I gotta sleep on an empty stomach all night.  And no brekky in the morning.  As soon as she's done drawing a blood sample, I am driving across town to Dunkin' Donuts.  Cholesterol levels my ass.  Stress over the test is going to give me more health problems than one deep fried fat bomb.  With chocolate icing.  And sprinkles.

Other news: William will be working with me tomorrow.  Oh teh J O Y !

A whole four pages written on 'Dysfunction' as it's come to be called.  Having a rough time reigning in my Potter character.  He doesn't give up the spotlight easily, and he wants to have hot, sticky, love-sex with Severus.  Not to hate each other.  I want to do a hate fic, dammit.  Just for the next week or so.  No dialogue either, which is proving to be rather tricky.  Third person switches to first and back and sentences ramble quite a bit.  Must find a Lovely (tm) beta reader somewhere out there. 

Also worked on burgundy dress some more.  Attached gimp trim to front, and pinned back to back sides.