May 10, 2010 08:37
Annabelle Lee = The Impala.
Good God do I love to listen to some excellent depressing shit. I need to go rewatch 5x04 and cry my eyes out.
Stuck with insomnia and irritated at possessive published authors, I decided to attack 3am's apogee of darkness with words. Well unfortunately I concentrated so hard on not letting the story turn into a sassy rom-com (and it keeps trying to) that I got distracted and ended up describing sand for about forty-five minutes. Then I realized, this must have been how George Lucas felt.
No wait I forgot: he had been trying incite romance.
In any case: gibberish about sand. Really useful for the plot, lemme tell ya. So instead of watching a cockroach do its dying backstroke on the floor, I started studying the Korean letters. 한글!
Getting into work my co-teacher demanded some international names - more specifically, four from America, one from Italy.
Some kid gets to be "Ezio" today. :D Too bad we didn't need a name for some dude from the Holy Land.
Paradise Lost is making me ship Lucifer/Uriel. Oh God, this book is so great.
write what you know,
all work and no play