A list of things currently shitting me off!

(because I do try to stay positive)

1. THE HEAT. Not too bad indoors thanks to the aircon, but my laptop is ridiculously warm and is making my hands sweaty. It's going to be 39 on Saturday, so as you may imagine, I am SUPER KEEN about the prospect of being stuck in the car for four hours.

2. Also THE SUN, which is threatening my beloved pasty whiteness.

3. My little Clio has had an engine cylinder die or something because she is shuddering at low revs and accelerating with all the enthusiasm of a tired sloth and creeping up hills only with the speed of the same. This is the first driving I've done in months and months and I'm doing it in a senile car.

4. My five AU characters are simming along nicely, but even though I am getting to know them well and I adore the premise of my fic, I am unable to write anything. Bet you any money the words come flooding back the day after I start second year med.

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Okay, unrelated -- I am thinking of getting an iMac (no input needed here, believe me, I am SO EXCITED at the prospect of maybe being able to finally make the millions of fanvids currently residing in my head) AND a teensy portable laptop for use in lectures. The latter needs to be highly portable but with a keyboard large enough not to drive me insane, possess a long battery time, and run basically Office and Firefox. Does anyone own such a thing? Or know of a good brand?

the 'post your favourite poem' meme

I love this poem -- its title is the only tattoo I have ever seriously wanted, and still do -- and if you can't work out why then clearly I haven't ever given you my patented DEATH! DEATH AND RIVERS AND OCEANS! 'DO YOU THINK DEATH COULD POSSIBLY BE A BOAT?' rant that is so beautifully illustrated by this icon (and in fact, these fics).

It's by Dylan Thomas.

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And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.