Oh I am having an EVENING. I just got back to school, spent the last 2 days amazingly productive and prepping for finals, and an hour ago I tested positive for COVID.
So then I had to email my students over the Learning Management App (which doesn't keep the formatting of the email site) that class is going be asynchronous tomorrow. At the end of the email, I tried to copy and paste my usual signature. I pasted and hit send too quickly for me to realize it did not copy.
This is an excerpt from the next chapter of the fanfic I am writing.
when i watched season one of house i saw house and wilson interact here and there and i was like oh okay. they could be gay i guess. in a plausibly deniable way. But um. late seasons hilson feels like repeatedly getting hit over the head with a bat and when you finally come to you're lying on the ground watching as the blurry vague silhouettes of house and wilson make out over your lifeless body
Me when the narrator is an external entity with its own motivations and agendas and the script it makes you follow is not the one you are confined to but be well aware that all folly has its limits and all relationships might sour