seemag read my fic, and
this is what she thought it said about me. did quite well, actually.
hate buses. spent two and a half hours squidged in a corner up the back, and the air-conditioning thing was fully open so it was blasting freezing air on to me the whole way. I tried to stuff it up with paper but it didn't work very well. I did, however, write around a hundred words of a fic, the concept of which is the most beauteous I have ever come up with. Really. Do you ever get one of those ideas that are so brilliant you can hardly believe it came out of your brain? It's like that.
No, I'm not telling you what it is. You'll see it when it's done.
the one good thing about buses: back to 'nando, back to 'nando, back to 'nando!