Fic: Point Blank

Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: PG (perhaps PG-13)
Category: Angst, SJR
Spoilers/Set: None (Possibly S8 but I wrote it completely without relating to it)/Future
Summary: In hindsight things are always much clearer.
A/N: Final version.

Huge big thanks to lisayaeger and nhawk78 for playing guinea pig. A major thanks to hyari who booted my ass several times and made this fic what it is. And another big thank you to splash_the_cat for her beta and keeping my head from exploding.


( Point Blank )

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I think I might be bored.

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I think my mind just won't connect to my body. I feel awake in my mind, I could right now be overthinking things. But I'm not. Because my mind is refusing to connect to my brains and actively do something. The result: I'm sitting before the puter and am just staring. I wish I could just put everything off and watch something on telly but my parents are either at this moment watching Mission Impossible II or Me, Irene and myself. I won't watch the first movie because I saw it in the cinema and hated it. I won't watch the latter because I hate Jim Carrey with a vengenance.

So I sit here, knowing I have emails to reply to. A site to update, fics to work on, a thesis to write, books to read, perhaps a hidden fic somewhere I forgot and should read. My mobile has been in my bag since wednesday, the battery has probably died too but I can't be arsed to go get it and let it recharge. It's not like anyone will have contacted me. And if they do, they'd do it at moments like this when I refuse to watch it.

I think I'm gonna go eat a chokotoff.