Right. I'm too much coffee girl. Wheeeeeee! I'm so awake right now that my eyes are pinned open.

First...Ice Skating...Whoo-Hooo! Spangly Costumes and Cute Male Asses!

Spent a lovely day watching ice skaters in spangly costumes with ponders_life, szandara , and some non-LJ folks. Naturally, alcohol and Chinese food was involved. However, being the paranoid girl I am, I laid off the alcohol fairly early (after getting pleasantly buzzed) and spent the next four hours flushing with water and coffee.

Johnny Weir is a pretty little boy, but my heart belongs to Stephanie Rosenthal. She did her thing to Herbie Hancock. In a robot costume. I think I spent all day calling her "robot girl." I feel love just watching her.

And how can you not FLove Jamie Silverstein and Ryan O'Meara? I mean, seriously. Anyone that thrilled to get to the Olympics that they start jumping up and down and hugging each other because they're so shocked they made the cut makes you just wanna give 'em a medal. Awwwwwwww.

Goin' to WriterCon!

In other news, thanks to roomie arrangements with ponders_life and a good yearly review, looks like I'm a-makin' it to writercon! Yay!

Oh, right. You wanted more story.

Apologies in advance for not getting to comments. I'm busily polishing up the last of the pages for this little monster, as well as checking my French and another unnamed language and double-checking my facts for everything. Then there's the whole RL thing. Laundry, housework, and food shopping doesn't do itself, you know!

Plus, it was an emergency today. There were spangly costumes that needed to be mocked! Fine male asses to be drooled over! Booze! Chinese food!

I'm allowed a life, damnit!

[Gotta cut back on the coffee, man. I'm in hypersville right now.]

Poor Miss Swithin. *sniff* I almost feel bad for her. "Almost" being the operative word here.

For the Scatterlings and Orphanges Africander Fiction Challenge by ludditerobot .

For all previous parts, go here.
Continued from Part 4.

I decided that there was no point in reviewing the material right away. I had the basics already. I could peruse the rest at a later time. I still had a week before my departure, as well as plenty of travel time during which I could familiarize myself more intimately with Mr. Harris.

( They are a profoundly unreliable pool of information on the best of days... )

A little early for tomorrow, but I'm expecting a very long day.

Gakked from, oh, everyone on my FList at this point. I'm such a sheep. ("BAAAAHHH!")

( TOP 10 (Plus 1) SIGNS YOU'RE READING A FIC BY LIZBETH MARCS )

For the Scatterlings and Orphanages Africander Fiction Challenge by ludditerobot .

For all previous parts, go here.
Continued from Part 5.

Although my arrival in Bamako was still an hour or so away by the time I finished reviewing the documents, I closed the file and stared out the airplane window into the darkening sky. The thought that I would be walking into the treacherous snake pit haunted me. I was unable to still the shiver across my skin as I contemplated the fact that I would be under Mr. Harris’s power when I stepped off the plane.

( Trying to think illogically about logical possibilities, or logically about illogical possibilities... )