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Jan. 13th, 2007 11:37 pmi. With regards to the urgent question posed by the last post: I'm currently torn between ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
litalicious's suggestion of Nox and lady_moriel's Grey(e) (I'm dithering over the extra e; my addition). Aaand I found this really spiffing name site which someone ought to remind me to link to later, because I'm feeling a bit poorly and need to go to bed anyway.
Um. Mostly I have been rather horrid lately, which explains the general not-posting, but today I have succeeded in watching Monty Python and Doctor Who, so...that equals lots of yay. British television is a splendid momentary cure-all for a bad day (or a bad few weeks, really; I tend to try not to go emotastic on you lot, but my Xanga is absolutely dismal).
Still haven't written anything except a line here and there heavily scratched out. Will resist urge to wax morose on this, or on any other segment of life in which I am feeling rather as though I am failing spectacularly.
Drat it. This was not supposed to be an emo post. I could have a go at cancelling that out with a description of the somewhat entertaining dream I had last night, which involved David Tennant being my best friend (???) and having long hair. Actually, the long-hair bit was part of the bit where the Doctor was marrying Rose (?!?! yeah, I have no idea what that was about, and there isn't any subconscious shippy bit of my brain to draw it from), except somebody stabbed him, and...then it gets really foggy and sort of melds into the other dream, which was really scary and involved a lot of bloodshed and an interesting lack of complete barminess. (There was this king, see? And he was a really unpleasant bloke, going round killing people, and there was this woman, who I really didn't like, even when I was playing her part of the dream, and her husband was a guard or something, and the king was decimating the whole palace, and it was rather gruesome, and I was terrified, and...I seem to remember something about being outside, and a cake. Never mind what I said earlier about 'lack of barminess'. It was a lot scarier than it sounds. Really.)
Now that I have thoroughly succeeded in distressing and/or perplexing you...
litalicious's suggestion of Nox and lady_moriel's Grey(e) (I'm dithering over the extra e; my addition). Aaand I found this really spiffing name site which someone ought to remind me to link to later, because I'm feeling a bit poorly and need to go to bed anyway.Um. Mostly I have been rather horrid lately, which explains the general not-posting, but today I have succeeded in watching Monty Python and Doctor Who, so...that equals lots of yay. British television is a splendid momentary cure-all for a bad day (or a bad few weeks, really; I tend to try not to go emotastic on you lot, but my Xanga is absolutely dismal).
Still haven't written anything except a line here and there heavily scratched out. Will resist urge to wax morose on this, or on any other segment of life in which I am feeling rather as though I am failing spectacularly.
Drat it. This was not supposed to be an emo post. I could have a go at cancelling that out with a description of the somewhat entertaining dream I had last night, which involved David Tennant being my best friend (???) and having long hair. Actually, the long-hair bit was part of the bit where the Doctor was marrying Rose (?!?! yeah, I have no idea what that was about, and there isn't any subconscious shippy bit of my brain to draw it from), except somebody stabbed him, and...then it gets really foggy and sort of melds into the other dream, which was really scary and involved a lot of bloodshed and an interesting lack of complete barminess. (There was this king, see? And he was a really unpleasant bloke, going round killing people, and there was this woman, who I really didn't like, even when I was playing her part of the dream, and her husband was a guard or something, and the king was decimating the whole palace, and it was rather gruesome, and I was terrified, and...I seem to remember something about being outside, and a cake. Never mind what I said earlier about 'lack of barminess'. It was a lot scarier than it sounds. Really.)
Now that I have thoroughly succeeded in distressing and/or perplexing you...
