I have a day off. I am kind of almost working on my fic about Arthur's mother. And Arthur. And his tentatively budding friendship with Eames post-Inception. I am a horribly slow and lazy writer. There's something wrong in my brain that makes it so. Internet distraction factors in as well. But then, I also feel out of my depth, because the Inception world is very very far from mine.
It's upsettingly wet outside, considering I need to go out to buy cat food. But I need to go, because otherwise Markus will squeal and beep and chirp in agony tonight. There's no way I'm braving this waterfall all the way to the pet store to get him the diet food tonight, though - he'll get a couple cans of Friskies to tide him over. I'm sure he won't mind.