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an ordinary mind on an ordinary day*
So today I washed my hair and forgot that I had a work shift and hastily shoved it into waist-length plaits and then got home and collapsed and let it out.
And it is WAVY, dear lord, the WAVY. We're talking not only launching a thousand ships here but also conveniently transporting them to the walled up city of their choice, though if Eric Bana is involved I'll take it as some measure of consolation.
WAVY NAVY *runs*
In other news, I need to open a new bank account and contact my scholarship office about transferring payment and make a list of Essential Groceries and buy a new watch and some phone credit and locate some more cardboard boxes and oh dear why did I agree to become an adult? Is there some sort of refund program I can take advantage of? For exchange: one set responsibilies, as new. Mostly intact. Will also accept cashor sexual favours.
I need new friends! New people to chat to! Possibly I should stop sekritly stalking some people's journals and actually contact them, but I have Rejection Issues and maybe I should get drunk first. Except no, because I'm on a weird Healthy!Eating!Thing! where I stop furtively living on turkish delight chocolate and start drinking water and lots of tea and am surrounded by beautiful pastries at work for six painful hours and only eat a small multigrain roll.
Um. Someone can start singing 'mad dogs and Englishmen' now. With much emphasis on the Australian midday sun, its effect on impressionable English minds, etc.
As an experience, madness is terrific... and in its lava I still find most of the things I write about.
- Virginia Woolf
*casts about for a distraction*
~
It’s odd, because if anyone is joined it’s Sirius and James. Joined at the hip, people say, neat invisible stitches down the seams of their jeans.
Remus lies as close as he can to the warmth of Sirius’ body and there are no clothes for a convenient seamstress’ needle. The thread bites into their flesh, closer and tighter and far more dangerous.
Is it worth it?
(Sirius talks in his sleep)
Of course.
~
*More Woolf. Irony is the new black.
And it is WAVY, dear lord, the WAVY. We're talking not only launching a thousand ships here but also conveniently transporting them to the walled up city of their choice, though if Eric Bana is involved I'll take it as some measure of consolation.
WAVY NAVY *runs*
In other news, I need to open a new bank account and contact my scholarship office about transferring payment and make a list of Essential Groceries and buy a new watch and some phone credit and locate some more cardboard boxes and oh dear why did I agree to become an adult? Is there some sort of refund program I can take advantage of? For exchange: one set responsibilies, as new. Mostly intact. Will also accept cash
I need new friends! New people to chat to! Possibly I should stop sekritly stalking some people's journals and actually contact them, but I have Rejection Issues and maybe I should get drunk first. Except no, because I'm on a weird Healthy!Eating!Thing! where I stop furtively living on turkish delight chocolate and start drinking water and lots of tea and am surrounded by beautiful pastries at work for six painful hours and only eat a small multigrain roll.
Um. Someone can start singing 'mad dogs and Englishmen' now. With much emphasis on the Australian midday sun, its effect on impressionable English minds, etc.
As an experience, madness is terrific... and in its lava I still find most of the things I write about.
- Virginia Woolf
*casts about for a distraction*
~
It’s odd, because if anyone is joined it’s Sirius and James. Joined at the hip, people say, neat invisible stitches down the seams of their jeans.
Remus lies as close as he can to the warmth of Sirius’ body and there are no clothes for a convenient seamstress’ needle. The thread bites into their flesh, closer and tighter and far more dangerous.
Is it worth it?
(Sirius talks in his sleep)
Of course.
~
*More Woolf. Irony is the new black.