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"Kill me," he pleaded at half-past three.
"I thought I was the one with the gift for melodrama," said Sirius, rather put out.
Abner of Astlegate's Most Splendid Pox
Harry Potter by sheafrotherdon
Funny and fluffy and sweet; Remus gets chicken pox, and Sirius really is quite poorly inequipped to deal. Totally adorable, and highly fun. I love how Sirius is so in love, and he's just helpless to resist.
In the Annals of I Should Not Be Allowed To Make Decisions For Myself, I have had a rollicking good go at it, in the last twenty-four hours. I suffered a panic attack during the final production of Macbeth (although it did lend verisimilitude to the death throes of Lady Macbeth, for whom I provide the agonizing off-stage screams) and was doing quite well during the cast party (note to self- your director's stash of Godiva chocolate liqueur is awesome) right until the splitting migraine. Incapacitation for the win. I completely slept Sunday away, and well, it's nice that I don't have any work, isn't it?
Depression is totally lame. Lame with a capital "L." My roommate has been playing the Smiths all day, though, so that's something. Even if she insists that I sleep, rather than read my cool new book on Jeremy Bentham.
Communication
Supernatural by marinarusalka
A very good gen ficlet, about that morning after the night that Sam shot Dean full of rock salt. They don't actually discuss it or anything, but in a way they do. Optimistic and smart, with a lot of love and affection between the two, even if they don't show it.
"I thought I was the one with the gift for melodrama," said Sirius, rather put out.
Abner of Astlegate's Most Splendid Pox
Harry Potter by sheafrotherdon
Funny and fluffy and sweet; Remus gets chicken pox, and Sirius really is quite poorly inequipped to deal. Totally adorable, and highly fun. I love how Sirius is so in love, and he's just helpless to resist.
In the Annals of I Should Not Be Allowed To Make Decisions For Myself, I have had a rollicking good go at it, in the last twenty-four hours. I suffered a panic attack during the final production of Macbeth (although it did lend verisimilitude to the death throes of Lady Macbeth, for whom I provide the agonizing off-stage screams) and was doing quite well during the cast party (note to self- your director's stash of Godiva chocolate liqueur is awesome) right until the splitting migraine. Incapacitation for the win. I completely slept Sunday away, and well, it's nice that I don't have any work, isn't it?
Depression is totally lame. Lame with a capital "L." My roommate has been playing the Smiths all day, though, so that's something. Even if she insists that I sleep, rather than read my cool new book on Jeremy Bentham.
Communication
Supernatural by marinarusalka
A very good gen ficlet, about that morning after the night that Sam shot Dean full of rock salt. They don't actually discuss it or anything, but in a way they do. Optimistic and smart, with a lot of love and affection between the two, even if they don't show it.