Torchwood fic. oh dear.

*blinks*

Well, that was an entirely unexpected (but rather enjoyable) way to spend my evening.

Right. Um. Now that that's out of my head, I might actually get some study done.

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NO, MICROSOFT WORD.

'AMYGDALE' IS NOT THE CORRECT SPELLING.

YOU CAN SHOVE YOUR LITTLE RED SQUIGGLY LINE WHERE THE SUN SHINETH NOT.








Sorry. When I'm stressed I like to insult species software.

ETA: In other news, (a) there is a gale-force wind blowing outside which I swear came out of nowhere, (b) I am eating breakfast cereal for lunch. with a soup spoon. and (c) my Torchwood fic seems to be meeting with fandomly approval despite the fact that it does not involve Jack and Ianto comparing the sizes of their Dark Manpain and then sexing each other better in the shooting range.

THE WORLD IS TOPSY-TURVY.

I am going to regret this, but:

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Sell it to me, friends list. Be as profuse and/or long-winded as you wish, but be warned: this will require AU$70 or so worth of selling, according to Amazon, and I do not part with sums like that lightly.

(no subject)

I think I would be able to take the political situation in Fiji much more seriously if 'Bainimarama' didn't sound quite so much like 'Bananarama'.

COME ON.

YOU'RE ALL THINKING IT.

Thus ends my deep and meaningful take on current world events.