also i am very tired just so you know
I've been off to Belgium for the last few days, which was lovely but exhausting as hell - so was the mad run for my train two minutes before departure, really - and somehow I've managed to bring back nothing but Belgian marzipan, which doesn't seem much different from French marzipan, and Mark Gatiss' The Vesuvius Club, which looks incredibly cliché but enormous fun, and also very very gay.
It's been a bit of a last haven for me, this half vacation, since uni starts up again this week - I have to meet with my (hopefully) potential study director over my master thesis tomorrow morning; the Granada!SH study, that. I have absolutely no idea how it'll go down, as Doyle's not much for Classics. Then again, Sherlockian theses are all over the place.
So now I'm going to huddle in my bed and watch The Girl Who Waited, which I've missed, and catch up on the Sherlock ficmeme and nibble marzipan, and try to keep these precious few hours I've got left before uni strikes down again. Social awkwardness, what is that.
It's been a bit of a last haven for me, this half vacation, since uni starts up again this week - I have to meet with my (hopefully) potential study director over my master thesis tomorrow morning; the Granada!SH study, that. I have absolutely no idea how it'll go down, as Doyle's not much for Classics. Then again, Sherlockian theses are all over the place.
So now I'm going to huddle in my bed and watch The Girl Who Waited, which I've missed, and catch up on the Sherlock ficmeme and nibble marzipan, and try to keep these precious few hours I've got left before uni strikes down again. Social awkwardness, what is that.