What with the turn my life has taken towards the land of complete shamblehood, I have returned to an old habit: I have begun writing fanfiction about my own life.
“Ew,” some of you may be thinking, if more than one of you actually know what fanfiction is. “That’s a little presumptuous, don’t you think?”
Not that kind of fanfiction. These are all just very small, very simple stories to help me get through the work day.
My supervisor came in and told me I could go home. It was two. I usually left work at five.
When I got home, I discovered all my homework had been finished by a beneficent force in the universe. (This is usually either fairies or aliens or, in alternate universes where I have somehow managed to acquire a significant other who knows anything about library and information sciences and apparently has nothing else to do, that equally mysterious creature.)
Through some miracle, I am dating someone or living with a very close friend, who has made a large quantity of tea. Then we watch horror movies and snuggle.
Most importantly, the next day is always Saturday.
This is a terrible example of what fanfiction can be; the tenses are all kinds of fucked up. But it works very well as a movie, I think you’ll find.
I’ve just realized midterms start Monday. Hahahah. Great joke!