This morning, I got up and went to work . . .

It sucked. Not as in "it's a bad job, I hate it," or "the people are all really mean," or "you want me to what?" It's actually a very nice job, with benefits. It's just my first job, a real nine-to-five (except i'm probably going to end up doing it seven-thirty-to-four, including half hour lunch break). And it sucked. My coworkers are all nice, friendly people who don't mind showing the new girl around. But it still sucked. Miserably. I hurt in my everywhere.

So, to cheer myself up, I dig up a piece of writing from somewhere, and posted it.

( Writingness! )

Just a piece of fluff to cheer me up. This is actually the second in a series of stories that include Katya as the catalyst. The first isn't bad, but it's not as good as this either. I like Katya; she's based off two friends of mine, and refuses to come out the way I'd planned. But that's all right; writing would be no fun if I had complete control over what my characters are doing ^.^

Comments and constructive criticism always welcome.