Emoemoemoemoemo ...
Geez, I feel like lately all I've been doing is emoing to my poor FList. Sorry loves, I don't mean to be a downer. So I will LJ cut the whinging.
Things have not been happy lately, though. Mainly monetarily. Work's been good if a little tiring - I was doing double duty between the Geffen and the NoHo Arts Center the past two weeks, which was nice if a bit wearing. I was done with the Geffen yesterday and now it's just NHAC, but the scary thing is it's only a six show week instead of the eight I'm used to so I'm not gonna get paid as much once we open.
Today I ended up smooshing another power adapter for my laptop. Add that on top of the news that I apparently owe thousands of dollars in taxes even though I can hardly afford to pay my bills according to the email that I just got from my mom and ... well, I'm just not feeling too peachy right now, let's just say that. I think miserable just about cuts it, but I bet there's a step below miserable that doesn't have a name and I'm about there.
Of course, all that's got me a bit distracted from the much less important if just as upsetting end of Torchwood ... Crying about other things to distract yourself can be cathartic, though ... I'm pretty sure that I've moved through all the stages of grief to acceptance at this point.
It's very upsetting still when I think about it, of course. And I now have this niggling fic on the edge of my brain, except everyone and their sister is writing Exit Wounds reaction fic right now - I know because I spent four hours compiling it all for torchwood_three last night. Urg. I just got finished reading a very good, extremely sad and touching one, the title of which is a song that I thought of almost immediately as fitting after seeing the finale. It's sad but also touching to know I wasn't the only one who thought it fit.
So, in tribute and memory, here's a bit of Death Cab. I don't listen to them much, but this tune breaks my heart. (And someone should make a Tosh/Owen vid.)
I Will Follow You Into The Dark
Love of mine, someday you will die,
But I'll be close behind,
I'll follow you into the dark.
No blinding light, or tunnels to gates of white,
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark.
If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied,
Illuminate the "no"'s on their vacancy signs ...
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks,
Then I'll follow you into the dark.
In Catholic school, as vicious as Roman rule,
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black.
I held my tongue as she told me, "Son,
Fear is the heart of love."
So I never went back.
If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied,
Illuminate the "no"'s on their vacancy signs ...
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks,
Then I'll follow you into the dark.
You and me have seen everything to see,
From Bangkok to Calgary,
And the soles of your shoes
Are all worn down.
The time for sleep is now.
It's nothing to cry about,
'Cause we'll hold each other soon ...
In the blackest of rooms.
If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied,
Illuminate the "no"'s on their vacancy signs ...
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks,
Then I'll follow you into the dark.
Then I'll follow you into the dark.
Things have not been happy lately, though. Mainly monetarily. Work's been good if a little tiring - I was doing double duty between the Geffen and the NoHo Arts Center the past two weeks, which was nice if a bit wearing. I was done with the Geffen yesterday and now it's just NHAC, but the scary thing is it's only a six show week instead of the eight I'm used to so I'm not gonna get paid as much once we open.
Today I ended up smooshing another power adapter for my laptop. Add that on top of the news that I apparently owe thousands of dollars in taxes even though I can hardly afford to pay my bills according to the email that I just got from my mom and ... well, I'm just not feeling too peachy right now, let's just say that. I think miserable just about cuts it, but I bet there's a step below miserable that doesn't have a name and I'm about there.
Of course, all that's got me a bit distracted from the much less important if just as upsetting end of Torchwood ... Crying about other things to distract yourself can be cathartic, though ... I'm pretty sure that I've moved through all the stages of grief to acceptance at this point.
It's very upsetting still when I think about it, of course. And I now have this niggling fic on the edge of my brain, except everyone and their sister is writing Exit Wounds reaction fic right now - I know because I spent four hours compiling it all for torchwood_three last night. Urg. I just got finished reading a very good, extremely sad and touching one, the title of which is a song that I thought of almost immediately as fitting after seeing the finale. It's sad but also touching to know I wasn't the only one who thought it fit.
So, in tribute and memory, here's a bit of Death Cab. I don't listen to them much, but this tune breaks my heart. (And someone should make a Tosh/Owen vid.)
Click to viewI Will Follow You Into The Dark
Love of mine, someday you will die,
But I'll be close behind,
I'll follow you into the dark.
No blinding light, or tunnels to gates of white,
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark.
If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied,
Illuminate the "no"'s on their vacancy signs ...
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks,
Then I'll follow you into the dark.
In Catholic school, as vicious as Roman rule,
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black.
I held my tongue as she told me, "Son,
Fear is the heart of love."
So I never went back.
If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied,
Illuminate the "no"'s on their vacancy signs ...
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks,
Then I'll follow you into the dark.
You and me have seen everything to see,
From Bangkok to Calgary,
And the soles of your shoes
Are all worn down.
The time for sleep is now.
It's nothing to cry about,
'Cause we'll hold each other soon ...
In the blackest of rooms.
If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied,
Illuminate the "no"'s on their vacancy signs ...
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks,
Then I'll follow you into the dark.
Then I'll follow you into the dark.