The following is a rant

about how much I fucking hate everything right now.

So, I don't like this chapter at all. It just doesn't suit me the way I want it to, and part of that is because I'm transitioning back to /everyday/ life, which has a different feel than /summer/ life, but part of it is that I just don't like it. So, I uploaded and started editing. This occurred around midnight. It took me about an hour and a half to get all the way through, and I made a lot of really big changes that improved the chapter enough that I didn't hate it.

And then fucking fanfiction.net screws me over and doesn't load the page when I save it, so all of my editing is lost.
It's 1:30 at this point.
So, fun, fun fun, I get to go back, try and redo everything I've already done, and, try and do it in some kind of timely manner. I KNOW I didn't fix everything that I wanted to... I didn't make all of the changes or adds that I wanted to, but, frankly, I have no idea where I would go to do that. But, I owe you guys a chapter, so here's my shitty fucked up Chapter 31.

Aaand I work in four and a half hours.

And I'm being a total bitch right now, for which I feel awful. Like, if Jules were the Doctor, Jules right now would be the sixth Doctor... basically just a total asshole. Usually I'm kind of 4/5/10-ish (curmudgeony and melancholy but ultimately awesome), but right now, I'm just being Fucking Six. And that's awful. My apologies.

Jules at the moment.

But, you guys are all just making me gushy and melty and non-raging-monsterish. And even though tomorrow you'll probably be running me out of town on a rail--which doesn't make sense because we live in different towns--at the moment your appreciation is just the sweetest thing in the world. 

Oh, AND I have a deleted scene that I rather like. It's from the first counseling session, just a little bit of Donna and Adam's exchange as they attempt to "interview" one another.

“So what’s your favorite color?” 

“Really, McKinnon? My favorite color? That’s where we’re at?” 

“Well, you won’t answer any of my other questions,” Adam pointed out. “Except the ones I already know the answers to, and not even all of those.” 

“Well,” replied Donna coolly, “I hope you never work for The Prophet, because you’re a rubbish interviewer.” 

“Hey, you were the one who asked to be my partner.” 

“Well I didn’t want to talk to someone I don’t know.” 

“That’s the whole point of this exercise.” 

Donna sent him a look. “Do I look like I care about the point of this exercise?” 

“No.”  

“Good. I like to be very upfront about my feelings of hatred.” 

“I’ve noticed that.” 

Donna rolled her eyes. “Actually, I’m a little surprised you’re not partnered up with your little girlfriend.” 

“My girlfriend?” Adam echoed, confused. “My girlfriend’s a sixth year. She’s not even here.”  

Bewildered, Donna frowned. “Wait a minute—isn’t that your girlfriend?” She pointed to a petite Hufflepuff girl across the room. Adam snorted and shook his head. 

“No. I’m dating Prudence Daly.” 

“And that’s not Prudence Bl... Daly.”  

“Er... no.”  

“Oh.” Donna shrugged. 

“You’ve met Prudence...” 

“Tiny, brunette... that’s all that really springs to mind...” 

“Maybe it’s a good thing you’re interviewing me,” said Adam. “I don’t actually think you know anything about me.” 

“You’re a Ravenclaw, right?” Adam blinked disbelievingly. “Joking.”  

“Well I can never be sure with you. You walk the fine line between intelligent and completely ignorant.” 

 “Proudly. Anyway, I think that covers my portion of the interview,” Donna concluded cheerfully. 

“How do you figure that? All you’ve established is that I’m a Gryffindor and not dating that girl.” 

“You reckon Keepdown will want more than that?” 

“Probably a bit.” 

“Alright. What’s your favorite color?”

I probably have more to say. IDK. I'm half dead right now. I could be accidentally typing this in Latin, in which case, props to me because I did not know my Latin was this good, but also, sorry, you have no fucking  clue what I'm on about.

At any rate, once I get home from work tomorrow, assuming I'm not actually dead at that point, I will speak to you all again, and hopefully I'll be more of an 11th Doctor than a 6th. 

Love and cookies and sleep,
Jules

P.S. I'm probably overstating how much I hate the chapter. Honestly, it's 4 a.m. I'm overstating everything. Except how much I love and adore ye all, of course. You're amazing and glorious.