whoa

I just slept for ten hours and now I have an oversleeping headache.

But it was so good to wake up at seven and then think 'no class until 1pm!' and then doze off again. It's very rare that I don't have a lecture in the morning. I like to take advantage of it whenever possible.

Umm this post needs padding so it doesn't look like a Twittering. Have some fic!

"Merlin." She turned her widest smile onto him. "I would appreciate a variety of opinions."

"I, um, I really don't --"

"We'd be delighted." Lancelot perched himself on the edge of couch, hands on his knees, radiating attention. Merlin sank back into the cushions, thinking French with a certain mental viciousness.

Many, many outfits later, Merlin had recovered his laptop and was tucked comfortably into a corner of the couch, composing an email to his mother's friend Ronald and looking up every now and again when Morgana entered the room. Somewhat to his horror, he'd started saying things like, I think those shoes looked better with the other one, you know, the one with the -- skirt thing.

STYLISH

The MedSoc Bookshop was selling these off dirt cheaply; they're left over from a previous year, and they're ten times more attractive than the grey hoodies my class ordered, so I snapped one up. So soft! So warm! So inappropriate now that Sydney's weather is convinced it's late spring instead of still winter! But it'll be perfect for next year and even better for Orange, where it SNOWS.

Notice how I have med school pride only when I approve of the colour scheme.