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I finally finished rewatching my season 1 DVDs of Fringe. Goddamn, this show. I love it so much; it's the only show on currently where I literally count down the days until it's on again. It's definitely my favorite right now, even though I still love Castle, but it's not, like, suspense and shit. And The Office is making me :| a lot, which I kind of expected, tbh. Glee is...okay? But it's mostly one of those shows I watch and enjoy at the time, then immediately forget about afterward. *hands* Oh, and I watched the first two episodes of FlashForward. Eh? I'm pretty much only watching for Joseph Fiennes (OM NOM NOM OMG), even though it weirds me out to hear him with an American accent.

I'm in a weird spot, writing-wise, as to whether or not I should get started on this Secret Santa fic I signed up for, or finish up the Bookstore sequel. Can I write two fairly involved fics in two months? Probably not with my schedule right now. Decisions, decisions. It also doesn't help that Jon is obviously prompting us to write moar fic.

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And here is where I want the story of Clover curling up in Spencer's kick drum and Jon simply refuses to a) move her and b) have any sort of rehearsal until she wakes up. Brendon is on board with this! You can't wake sleeping kitties that precious! But meanwhile Spencer and Ryan are all D:< and not about to waste time, until Jon compromises with one round of Beatles Rockband.

One round turns into five, and by the time they finish up it's long since gone dark, and then Jon looks down and Clover is rubbing against his leg. Ryan and Spencer totally don't notice, but Brendon does. He and Jon just wink at each other as Clover goes over to the chair to shed all over Ryan's tweed blazer.