*kicks things*

[fahye]

Due to overwhelming demand we regret to advise that the Tori Amos concert at Canberra Theatre Centre has been moved to the Sydney Opera House on Saturday 14 May at 8pm.

NOT IMPRESSED, WORLD. NOT IMPRESSED AT ALL.

I slept for 12 hours last night. My body knows it is holidays. Je gagne à la vie, except for that part where I was meant to mark many many papers today and I didn't.

Also: writing Thom's part of the Millific when dead of brain produces some interesting things. Feverdreams = crack, though sadly sans l'ananas as yet:

(“Are you breaking up with me?” he asks. Incredulous. Nobody breaks up with him! He’s perfect.

“I’m sorry,” Anthy says sadly. “You only love me for my pants.”

Thom feels that this would be a bad time to point out that she isn’t wearing pants.

Especially because she is.)

ETA: PLZ HELP I AM TRAPPED INNA CRACKTHREAD. A CRACKTHREAD OF LOVE. WHAT HAVE WE DONE. I WEEP FOR MY POOR JOURNAL.

*loves on schiarire, shati and villainny*

*goes away to die of lobstrosities random*

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[schiarire.livejournal.com]

I cannot work up a dialogue somehow but I will leave you this image:

Hob . . .

The 50s Hausfrau.

Thank you. And good night.