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Stupid Alamo had a crappy copy of BSG last night and they had to stop it half an hour in and give us free movie passes because it was so garbled. I'm glad I watched it beforehand, even though I did that only to keep myself from yelling in the theater (there was lots of yelling going on at my house).

My body decided for some ungodly reason that 5 hours of sleep last night was enough. WTF internal clock?

When I woke up, I was still fuming about last night's ep. But I spent a good 15 minutes lying in bed mulling over exactly what was bothering me, then decided to vent my frustrations in fic. The result was Perfection, which is by far the most depressing story I have ever written. I also dare say it's one of the most philosophical things I've ever written, and that includes essays I wrote in college. I think people are going to hate it, but I love what it's done for me in terms of my feelings on things related to the show and ....other stuff.
(I dare say you haven't needed to watch the show for it to make sense, aside from one little image anyway, so please, if you're curious, read it.)