Not The Best of Days

Woke up to find the red curse had come a bit early -- fortunately, damage was limited (i.e., nothing on my sheets/toys). Result: I've been feeling kind of blah and worn out all day. (Also, if sleeping like shit is a new PMS clue for me, I want a fucking hysterectomy.) I did manage to accomplish some things, though:

-->Write out a story for Tim Burton's Aliceverse that wouldn't go away (and it's not an Alice, Hatter, or Alice/Hatter piece at all, it's actually about the White Queen)
-->Get up to the good part in "Moving Pictures" (we have Attack of the 50-Foot GingerThing, and Victor rushing off to the rescue)
-->Tag DGVictor into the Easter Egg LOL
-RPD: *reads* . . . *reads again* . . .-
What?
-RPM: *reads* . . . Wait, you're in a pissy mood -- and you do something nice for him?-
I don't want to take out my frustrations on the Victor -- that Victor. I thought seeing him happy would make me feel better.
-D: Who are you and what have you done with Victoria?-
*giggle* I see I have far too developed a reputation for evil around here.
-->Yes, I gave Victor Plush a Twitter. I've been reading so much Secret Life of Dolls, I couldn't help myself. Can't make any guarantees on how often he'll update, but what the hey. Better than another LJ account.

Picspam will have to wait another day -- LJ's being fussy again, and there's a couple more pictures I want to take anyway.