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Yay!  It's finally fall!  Actually fall, and not just teasing fall that lasts for a few days before it warms up again.  My sisters and I are planning our epic Halloween dinner, to be eaten as we watch the most triumphant premiere of The Walking Dead.  I would be excited about a zombie show anyway, but it's Frank Darabont, and Bear McCreary is doing the music, so you know it's going to be amazing.  As far as meal planning goes, so far all we have are barbeque meatballs and green chile bacon cheddar croissant things.  Maybe some sherbet punch?  And I think ghost sugar cookies.  We're still working on it.

scifiland had a fic challenge that I actually did, but then I missed the deadline.  I'm still kind of pissed about it, heh.  Anyway, since I didn't get to submit in time, I'm just going to post it here, since it's ineligible for voting.  We had to pick one of three sentences and build the fic around it, which was a really fun exercise. 

Title: Untitled Drabble (IDK, dudes)
Specs: Battlestar Galactica, Laura, no spoilers, 250 words
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I did not bother getting out my DVDs to check these numbers, so they're probably off.  Eh.
Prompt: "She's been dreaming and not sleeping, on a road not meant for traveling."

( Tiny ficlet. )