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So my brother calls me up, (when was it?) end of last week or something, and says, "Hey, we're going to be in Portland!" I'm in Seattle; they live in Pennsylvania; this is excellent news! I make arrangements to get off work to go to Portland, and . . . that's all I do. Night before my days off, the trains are all sold out and I'm freaking out because my brother will think I don't love him if I don't go. House-mate suggests I rent a car--so, I make arrangements, but by then I'm so frustrated and tired of real life that I just rent the car and stop thinking about it.

Cue Friday morning, when I wake up with 20 minutes to pack, dress, eat, figure out where the rental place is, catch the bus. Who needs to eat anyway, and I am a lucky, privileged person and I have an i-pad, so I start off walking for the bus without really knowing where I'm going. I figure I better figure that out at some point, so I take out my i-pad, and somehow can't resist checking email before figuring out where I'm going.

Guess what? This post is not about my trip to Portland; it's not about how last minute and disorganized I am; it's FREECE UPDATED HER JOURNAL THERE WAS NEW CHAPTER OF CAPTIVE PRINCE OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG. Oh my effing god.

Luckily, I've got presence of mind enough to click away and at least figure out what stop I need to get off at, but after that I'm back, standing at the bus stop, reading Captive Prince, in the bus, reading Captive Prince (for those of you who read the chapter, can you guess why that was a little embarrassing), getting off the bus and standing on a street corner until the chapter of Captive Prince is DONE.

Whew. Honestly, if it had been a work day, I'd've just been late. If I'd've been having birth, I'd've just been late. CAPTIVE PRINCE.

Oh, and then, on the way to Portland, I didn't have a book tape or anything, so I decide to just turn the radio off and work out the last part of the fic I'm working on my head. So I do that, write the fic in my head, figure I'm gonna forget it, so rewrite it again (still in my head, guys; this shit is insane). Then I stop for coffee, start telling it to myself again, and figure, "Shit. I'm either gonna forget or not be able to stop thinking about it." So, while stopped for coffee, I take out my laptop and write verbatim the 3,500 words I wrote in my head. It's an hour and a half later and I'm like, "Oh, yeah! I was going to Portland!"

Sounds like I wasn't excited to see my brother and his family, but I was totally jazzed and we had a great time. I'd say I just have trouble with priorities, but really it's just my brain is crazy and I have to live there so I try to make it happy. With coffee, and CAPTIVE PRINCE.

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