Fanfic!!

I woke up this morning with this little ficlet spooking around my mind, so I though I'd write it down and post it here.
A little HG/SS story, yet untitled.
Put behind cut to spare your friends pages.
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Feeling good

I was such a good girl today. I didn't sleep very late but was late to show up for breakfast, because I had to get a little story out of my mind first.

I actually made lunch for my Mom and me. I still don't like cooking, though.

I am reading Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. It's the first time I read it in English, but I have read it at least six times, more likely ten times in German. I read all novels just before a new one comes out, and I read them from time to time just because I feel like it. The problem with this is that I know the first one so well, I seem to have translated it in my mind already, because many paragraphs sound so familiar to me. Though, funnily, I am surprised when Rowling uses a typical "British English" word. You'd think that was to be expected, but somehow I always stumble over things like "trainers" when I'd expect it to read "sneakers". Silly. Must be all the American fanfiction and the fact that my English is more American than British either. My English teachers gave up on me in something like 11th grade and decided I might as well speak American English, as long as I stuck with it.

I had planned to go the gym in the afternoon, leaving around five or so. Ended up going an hour earlier, because my Mom couldn't go and wanted me to tell them she wouldn't be there for her training. So I started working out around five with some biking, then did a body shaping course, then my own program, then some more biking (I thought about walking, but while biking you can read), then my first try with the Thai-Bo course. It is a compbination of aerobics, boxing and probably some elements of Asian self defence thingies. Great for getting rid of frustrations. The gal who did it actually pointed me out to the others when it came to kicking and boxing, saying that they should find something they were really angry at just as I was apparently doing.
But in truth, I think for the first time since I joined that place I wasn't thinking anything. It just felt incredibly good to use all that energy and to get to the limits of what my body could do.
When the course was over I felt as if I had just stepped out of the shower.
And now I am really tired, but I feel good. I'm definitely going again next week.
On Friday, I have written my name down for the Speed bike course. That's another one that I enjoy a lot, but I can only do that if I'm in really good health, otherwise I fear that with my low blood pressure soaring sky high with exercise, I might end up falling off the bike.

Just felt like writing this, nothing earth-shaking this time.