Some nights ago I was doing my usual routine, staying up late avoiding homework, watching Buffy, and reading horrifically bad fic (my most recent golden find is an Artemis Fowl/Harry Potter crossover in which Artemis has a Russian accent. Because Russia and Ireland are definitely the same country. Or maybe he can see Russia from his house, like ( Read more... )

I had the weirdest dream last night. I dreamed that I was Lord Peter Wimsey, who's this character from these novels by Dorothy Sayers. Think a combination of Bertie Wooster and Sherlock Holmes. Anyways, he's really British and for some reason I was him and I was buying chocolates from this random lady in a parking garage when suddenly my sister's ( Read more... )