January 2nd, 2004

Angel (John)


I think I'm going to explode here. My nephew just dumped an entire glass of tea out on my desk on purpose. I mean he lifted the cup and poured. And killed my hand written copy of the 2 Johns fic. I can't even read the right side of the pages.

Is it wrong to be crying like a baby right now over fucking paper? To me yes, I've worked on this story for five Goddamn months. Three of them typing this up!
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