2011, hello

New Year's was excellent. I saw two of my good friends from college, Jen and Todd, get married. They are super fun and have been a couple since time immemorial, and they were probably the happiest and cutest bride and groom I have ever seen in my life (and that's even counting the wedding I went to this October where the bride and groom were dressed as Sauron and the Green Lantern, respectively). I got to catch up with some of my friends from college and hear about their heart attacks, brain tumors, children, Army careers, and unfortunate snowsuits.

Then I went to a New Year's Eve party at the steampunk bookstore, drank a lot, played games that involved trains, and acted like a drunk society matron. At midnight, I drank a glass of champagne, and wandered outside to see if I could call drworm and wish him Happy New Year and make kissing noises at him over the phone. It was warm and misty, and people were banging pots and pans and shooting off fireworks.

My New Year's resolutions are as follows:

1) Exercise every day.

2) Send at least one thing off to a journal or magazine to be published.

3) was going to be "Take job more seriously," but after the last two days of dealing with an unusually high concentration of jerks and morons, fuck that.

In addition, now that I can tell people, I wrote:

This fairytale/reality TV parody thing for Yuletide
and
This clusterfuck of AUs for the Man from UNCLE "Down the Chimney" gift exchange.