How stressful have the last several days been, while I struggled to keep cheerfully smiling and waving the merry banner of my regard? Well. Let's see.
* The only thing of any note that I've written was a piece of Doctor Who fanfic about the events of the most recent season's finale, called
'The Terminus of Prayer' (which is another line from Karl Shapiro's 'Travelogue for Exiles', which is, yes, one of my favourite poems of all time).
* That isn't entirely correct: I've also written and abused a poor song called 'Sycamore Tree', first composing and then lyric-mapping it seventeen ways from Sunday. Literally. Seventeen ways. This is almost as good as really structured poetry for relaxing me, and since I haven't the brain for poetry right now, this is gonna have to do.
* Having just re-read Vampire$, I am now re-reading Dime Store Magic, and am carrying IT around with me, just in case. And those three books should really tell you everything you need to know about the rest of it.
* I have started tagging my LJ. From the beginning. I now have tags all the way up to September 1st, 2001. And this soothes me.
I am twitchy, miserable, and having DDP and chewing gum for breakfast, because that's about what I can stomach right now. Please treat your blonde gently today, as there's a chance that she might bite, and you probably enjoy having all those fingers attached to your actual body, mkay?