initiating collapse sequence

Fantastic weekend, yes, but the other shoe has dropped. Onto my head. Where it is currently trying to strangle me with its shoelaces. I have so much work to do. If I actually think about the amount of work I have to get done in the next three days I will collapse in a shivering wreck. And all I want to do is work on my oh_shit_santa fic (um, oh shit, due in a week? PLOT, I NEED PLOT) or my Narnia fic, which I spent most of last night working on because I finally got hold of The Call.

Do you want your uncle's blood? Nikabrik asked. Do you want your throne?

But it's Peter who gives you the both of them, in the end, simply by turning his sword and offering you the hilt with the golden lion atop it. Once on a battlefield and once in farewell, and both times you hold his gaze in gratitude and in shared awareness of the crowd below. Everything is a symbol. You're learning.

I adore writing Caspian <333

But first: I still haven't gotten my energy back from the weekend, and considering I have three separate clinical assessment tasks to do tomorrow and have to wake up at 6am...I think it's time to nap.

uhhhh

*looks around*

BAGPIPES? Seriously, universe? It's 10pm, I've been working flat out since 8am except for meals and that one sanity nap, and you're going to give me bagpipes?

WHO THE HELL. PLAYS BAGPIPES. AT 10PM.

Sciatic lower back pain is...actually less boring than I thought it might be. Certainly a lot better than rheumatoid sodding arthritis.

Nevertheless, this is the perfect occasion to air my new Zuko icon. (Okay, there was also that one sanity break for uploading new icons. I can't even deal with the amount of shiny in the pixel-harem at the moment. NEEDS MOAR MORE NARNIA, however. I can't find any I really like, alas.)