she says in a miff,
longing to log in.
My fic is withering
As your db is dithering
unable to log me in.
My muses are fuming
with ire all-consuming,
and have called for a strike.
No new words to write
until they get it right.
Gah! I need a drink.
(In case you don't post there, Fanfiction's areas that require log in are screwed up and won't work. Crashed right before I posted my last piece. Muses declared a holiday, I think. Or maybe a general strike.)
UPDATE: Immediately after I posted this, the system worked. Immediately before I posted this, the system didn't work. I heard that satire had power, but I didn't think this piece was that good...
And immediately after I posted the update, it bolluxed up again...I knew that this piece wasn't that good...
