Yeah, Time to Start Job-Hunting

My check is STILL no good. I am getting rather pissed.
-TD: Death rays, Vic. Death rays are the way to go.-
Yeah, I know. We're trying one more time tomorrow, and it had BETTER go through. Sheesh! That is MY money! I work hard for that shit!
Not much else to say -- I'm definitely in a rut of some sort creatively. Luckily I can blabber on about the "Fred Bonaparte" life story idea I had in Overly Plotted Bunnies to give the illusion of productivity.
-DW: Come on, Vic, you have to do better than this.-
-VD: If you really need to go cold-turkey for a day to recharge the batteries -- not even open WordPerfect -- you still have our coupon.-
Yeah, I know. It just seems to be affecting my typing, though. I think I need to reread more Girl Genius so I can get going on "Boy Genius." Either that or dive back into the crossover fic of doom.
-RPD: Whatever helps, whatever helps.-
Yeah. Right now, though, I'm sleepy.