1973flashfic, for all your Life on Mars flashfiction needs. You can only but try, right? And pimp, whenever possible, without causing all and sundry the wish to dart behind the sofa.
I want to know how these things get off the ground. Sometimes they're incredibly successful. Other times they float like a lead balloon. The show is popular, the ficathon went well, this should too, right?
I'm fretting again.
At least I have University tomorrow to keep my frantic mind occupied. I have a lecture starting at 9am. Sweet, those uni organisers, aren't they? Thing is, I've had a horrible stomach, all yesterday and today. Either a stomach bug or food poisoning, I'm not sure which. I haven't been able to eat anything. Didn't have dinner last night, haven't eaten today. I don't feel in a fit state to make the trek to Uni, but I have to, because these are the most vital lectures they're ever putting on for Education students.
Bleugh.
