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I'm really tired right now because Catullus kept me up until past midnight and then I got woken up before my alarm by a horrible nightmare. Maybe Catullus gave me the horrible nightmare. I don't know. Fucking creepy poems about dead sparrows that may or may not really be penises will fuck with your head.
Due South is my favorite fucking thing EVER at the moment. Hot guys, amazing acting (Paul Gross!!!), ambiguous homoerotic subtext, and gleeful cracktastic weirdness that puts Torchwood to shame. I'm in love.
I have made no progress AT ALL with editing my NaNo. I'm having serious problems with my main character. He's too nice. It's making me hate him. But if I try to make him less moral he turns into a pedophile. You'd think there'd be a lot of middle ground between "selfless doormat" and "pedophile", but I'm having a really hard time locating it.
I blame the Greeks.
Due South is my favorite fucking thing EVER at the moment. Hot guys, amazing acting (Paul Gross!!!), ambiguous homoerotic subtext, and gleeful cracktastic weirdness that puts Torchwood to shame. I'm in love.
I have made no progress AT ALL with editing my NaNo. I'm having serious problems with my main character. He's too nice. It's making me hate him. But if I try to make him less moral he turns into a pedophile. You'd think there'd be a lot of middle ground between "selfless doormat" and "pedophile", but I'm having a really hard time locating it.
I blame the Greeks.