I stayed up late last night for the (perhaps) final round on my Sweet Charity beta-work. The author will probably post the story up in the next few days.
Today, I wrote a writing entry on Point-of-View (and posted it!). The entry on De-Britting Your American-Based Fanfic is written, but it needs LJ-formatting (because it includes a big table, among other things, and that's a pain in the ass to code).
Two nights ago, I dreamed I had a math test which included a section on Freudian dream interpretation (which is kind of circular, when you think about it). I was peeved that the professor hadn't announced that part, but really undone by taking a good crack at it and then running out of paper. After which there was no paper left on the accessible portion of the planet. Don't you hate that aspect of dreams? If it's not paper, it's clothing. Or pencils. Or whatever the dream is fixated on. :\
Off to the garage to bicycle in front of yet another boykissing movie...