Finished my submission for SF's Endangered Animals story contest. My body really fought me on this one, but I did it. Neck cramps and hand spasms be damned! I will not be hindered because of cold. *shakes fist at Jack Frost*

Bare Blessings is an erotic war story, vaguely Vietnam-esque, but not the Vietnam war. Most of the inspiration was around Asian rhinos and tigers, so that's how things worked themselves out -- geographical wise.

It feels good to have another story under my belt. Now I can finish the others that have been waiting so patiently while I've toiled on the contest. It'd be nice to win, but it makes me smile just to have something else finished.

My new desk finally arrived. Yay! No more crazy contortions! *Does happy dance* It's much more comfortable now -- despite the weather *glares at Mr. Frost*

Car is still full of glass and fail, but gorilla tape does wonders at fashioning a makeshift window alla saran wrap. It's quite a sight when paired with the colorful bungee cords holding the hood down.

Birds are still nomming at my brains with their screams, but only during daylight hours. It kinda makes them sound like zombies . . . which is just gross. Though . . . zombie parrots could be -- nah. Too weird.

It's late, I think I need some sleep.

Laters all,
Tyvara