Usually this results in me going off the internet and reading sf 'til it passes, but I'm allowed to whine once in a while, ne?
Right now all I want to do is get a job somewhere where I can do mindless work eight hours a day, not have to worry about getting fired but be able to quit and walk off whenever I want to, and make just enough money to keep me in a one-room apartment, a fast 'net connection, and enough milk, cheese, rice, and fruit to keep me alive. Sleep fourteen hours a day and daydream the rest. No expectations to meet, no responsibilities to fulfill, nobody to worry about worrying about me. ¿Que quieres en la vida, niña? Libertad. Simple libertad.
Oh well, by tomorrow probably my blood sugar will be up and my blood will be moving again and I'll be over it. Luckily I'm a girl and I'm allowed to blame it on my hormones and thus avoid the horrible trap of recursive depression.
Anyway! Enough angst! Enough of my angst, anyway, so instead I have some icky Snape/Bellatrix hetsmut that's been sitting in my notebook for a couple weeks, since I realized
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Title: Dust of Azkaban
Warnings: R. Very dark. Icky. Mostly plotless. During OotP. Het. Snape/Bellatrix.
Word Count: 1300
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling's. Well, they resemble hers a little, at least.
( In which Snape does, in fact, wash his hair. )
So did I manage to make it work? :P And does anybody know of a good place for HP hetsmut, anyway? Everybody but rs.org seems to be slash-only, grumble.