Tonight I had dinner with
hurry_sundown! It was excellent. I also got to talk to her adorable kidlet on the phone; kidlet wants me to bring Racetrack to visit her. I'm not sure how to explain what a bad idea that is without frightening the small child.
She's just not a NICE cat, okay? And she just fell off a bookshelf and is now limping. ::sigh:: She's not a GRACEFUL cat, either.
In other news:
sionnain, meet
hurry_sundown. And vice versa. You both like Hugh and Callum and the Headstones and I think you'll get along faaaaaaaaabulously. :)
(Also, Sionn! While I am talking to you in a public post! There was this song playing at the restaurant, and I couldn't figure out where I knew it from, or why my fingers were moving on the table in an oversimplified version of the bass line, and then I realized it was "More Than A Feeling." ROCK BAND. The end.)
That is all the news that is news around here, flist. I still need a title for that fic, which I will post tonight. And there needs to be a Brucemas, too. But first I think I need pajamas. \o/