My decision making skills are either great or really bumfucked.

So, yeah. I'm sick, sleep deprived. Bored and in charge of taking care of my younger brother, what do I do? I write a story of course. Another One-shot, this one being a real one-shot.

And looking at what I wrote, I think I might have out done myself. It might even top "This is bad."

I will not be publishing it yet, I'll ask a few friends to take a look at it and then make sure to edit out all the errors my half dead brain made. (I've already corrected tons of errors in this one blog alone.)

So yeah. I'm not dead, stuff will be coming your way, and I have no idea how to prioritize. I'll be sitting dying in a corner now.