things I possess at the moment:

a) Bewilderingly sexy hair. It's all sleek with just the right amount of flick.

b) Two arms which cannot be lifted above an angle of 45 degrees without pain thanks to my HPV and tetanus injections, both of which seemed to cause a totally unreasonable amount of muscular spazzery out of PURE SPITE. Hmph.

c) Great expectations of this weekend, which will involve cosplay & shopping adventures in Sydney with the lovely _leareth, and profound_poppy's 19th-century themed picnic.

d) 5164 words of my current fic, an end in sight, and a narrator of whom I remain fond despite his occasional fits of unhelpful asshattery. I expect I'll post it tomorrow morning.

e) Increasing amounts of excitement re: the rest of the year. You guys, I am moving to Sydney to go to doctor school. I own a stethoscope. (I think the sheer amount of bewildered joy I feel at all of these facts kind of implies that I made a sensible career choice somewhere along the way, right? I'm going to hold on tight to said joy for as long as I can, in the hope that I can delay the fits of wailing OH GOD OH GOD WHY DID I CHOOSE THIS LIFE KILL ME NOW until at least, say, the third week of term.)

fortuna fugit

After much consideration I have decided to post this here rather than at the ficblog, because it's a bit of a slapdash personal project, and the first original thing that I've written in so, so long. Many thanks to villainny for saying nice things about it and for convincing me that my aesthetic allergy to the letter 'e' had to be put aside in the name of unambiguous pronunciation.

This is a belated & combined birthday present for ariastar and nextian -- I apologise for the oddness of this one, my dears, but I think you'll enjoy it despite its flaws.

(NB - a director's commentary now exists, but it tramples all over the continuity and contains bucketloads of spoilers, so read the story first!)

( You will never hear this again )