Relief

I can't believe the relief of finishing that little fic. It must have been biting at me more than I realized. Glad I stayed up to finish it. Went out grocery shopping and felt miles better having cranked it out, knowing it just needs a quick edit now. And as a bonus I got 75% done on a Rockfic prompt. I can wrap that up quick - sadly I have too much experience with that band and can just muddle through it. Even if my experience is now 13 years out of date. Man how time flies. Has it been 13 years since LaCave and VanAndel? Doesn't feel like it. But I know I went to Otto's Imports in California like forever ago so yeah, time feels different even though they were all on the same tour. That fire... jesus. I should go back to LJ and see who I was back then, which was mostly a mess. Crammed in a few weeks of rehab in there somewhere too after I died. I remember strange things, like getting the little shitbox car up to 90 mph on Red Schoolhouse Road, but I can't place when it happened in relation to anything else. I remember the day, getting so drunk I couldn't move and being stuck on the bathroom floor but was that before I went out? After? Effingham and the night of nothing? Photos somewhere in Des Moines? Not a clue.

And to think it's all 100% digital now and they've done multiple Vegas residencies... Damn, I could have been holed up in Las Vegas instead of floating down to Texas.

At least I'm not getting the constant Monty Python email jokes anymore.

I still know too much.