I am currently writing a pregnant/babyfic (Angel/Cordy), updating Persephone (need to rethink that last bit, though) and feeling tempted to write (in no particular order) -
a) BtVS-era balls-out smut involving Cordy in her cheerleading uniform (again) and King of Pain Angel in the school library.
b) something s2 Spike/Buffy on account of watching some vids on YouTube yesterday. (Guys! The amount of fanvids dedicated to the Spuffy sex is mindboggling)
c) and, believe it or not, *Smallvilleverse Lois/Superman-slash-Clark, for the same reason.
But, I have laundry to finish, food shopping to think of, and a kitchen floor in horrible need of a mopping. And it's two-thirty on my last day off.
How much longer before an unknown rich relative dies after a long life and leaves me an obscenely wealthy woman? *is long-suffering*