Buzzed.

I have a million things I must do, a half a million I've promised to do, and another dozen or so that are unimportant but I'd like to do and would probably do first if I had the mind to do so.

Instead, I am aimlessly dinking around on the internet. Why?

Because I am high.

Alas, it is from a steroid inhaler which (apparently) makes me buzzed for three hours and counting, a small smile plastered to my face, and the attention span of gnat. And bizarre floaty mood swings, let's not forget the floaty mood swings.

"Oh, here's an article on Bush... oh this is bad, bad..." *goes into vague annoyance-like anger*

"Hmm, a post about turning a story into 128 pt. font, how cute..." *inane moment of disproportionate lingering glee*

"Oh dear, such and so hasn't emailed me..." *vague, fugue-like depression*

Why do people get high deliberately? I feel unproductive.

Gift ficlet

Oh well. While I'm waiting for the (reads) unpronouncable drugs to wear off... gift-fic, for lizardspots, who shall be a very fine doctor someday of the tolerably sane variety.

She is currently in the... (checks GPS fandom locator)... PotC fandom, so a one-time only PotC ficlet, just for her:


( Any island, no matter how desolate, becomes a paradise under the right circumstances. )