because of her, because, instead of being the voice of mature logic that i anticipated, she convinced me to go ahead and finish the fic and give it to y-k-w. and here i was hoping she'd talk me out of it. no such luck :P
anyway, this wouldn't be so bad in and of itself, had i not left the first, hand-written draft of the ending (the beginning and middle are all typed up) in a pad at the end of my bed, back in birmingham. it wouldn't be so bad if i could remember what i'd written. it wouldn't be so bad if i had an extra day to do it in, but as it is, i need to get it done tonight so i can send it to her ^ and she can beta it and send it back to me so i can print it off in time for the show on saturday... and all this, plus having to write a letter to go in with it, apologising once more for the infliction of fic.
and, to top all of this off, it would be infinitely, wonderfully better, had my JoeMuse not decided to go on holiday without telling me, thus rendering me voiceless. and considering it's a first person, joe-POV fic, this is incredibly not helpful.
back to the fic i go. at least it's nearly done...