DIZZY

I am doing that "run in circles without going anywhere" mental thing again (again? more like, still and/or a term that expresses complete pervasiveness more than 'incessantly' -- and why isn't the noun for 'pervasive' 'pervasion' I ASK YOU)

Partly it is work and partly is is how much of a dud I am and partly it is that I want to Consume All The Kidfic, oh fancake you are going to kill me.

Anyway, people were lovely and sparkly and bright in both senses of the word at con_txt, and bironic saved me seats and hannah loaned me half her room one night, and I really enjoyed it in spite of being, as previously mentioned, a complete and utter dud.

You'd think I'd be able to finish a fic in which Wilson gets wet and takes his clothes off; you'd be incorrect so far. On the other hand, the mental fix-it to one of the awful-to-Wilson stories I can't stop reading (except it's done so maybe now I can stay free) is complete! Wilson switches therapists, starts talking about the emotional abuse he suffered as a child/teen/adult, breaks up with his girlfriend (who didn't like, respect, or trust him, although she's a decent person in her own right), gets a better job across town from PPTH, joins a single-parents group, starts becoming very good friends with Zach, the instructor of a "Mommy and Me" class he'd taken his son to, and cautiously -- with the support of his therapist and friends -- starts exploring the same-sex attraction aspect of his bisexuality. Now in my head-fanon, he's living happily with Zach, co-parenting successfully with his ex-girlfriend, thriving at his job, and enjoying time with a wide group of friends. Which, yes, does include House, when his schedule and House's match up.

(Never has the tag "rambling" seemed so apt.)