i'm not the same, i have no shame
At lunch, I was walking back to the office from Duane Reade and I noticed that someone put an Agent Coulson Lives sticker on a cellar door (it was on Broadway between Duane and Thomas). I salute you, fellow downtown area fan! I had a shopping bag in one hand and an iced coffee in the other, or I would have taken a picture. With my iPhone in its Captain America's shield case.
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Yesterday was just a bad day. I don't know. I retreated to reading fluffy Tim/Kon fic (the safe refuge of the emotionally fragile), and even some of that made me cry. Which is not usually the way that works out. (Also, I was sad to see one of my favorite stories has disappeared from the internet. Dammit. I hate that. Even if you decide to disappear from fandom, leave your stories behind! Because sometimes a person just need to read some Tim/Kon sex pollen fic, okay?) I appear to have slept it off though, and I feel much better today.
Speaking of sleeping, last night, I dreamt I met Matthew Perry in Grand Central Station and he invited me to the Oyster Bar with his aunt. It was raining out, so I took him up on the offer. I don't even know.
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Writing continues apace, after grinding to a halt late last week. I'm pretty sure it's PMS-related, as it seems to happen nearly every month and then I'm like, "oh," after the fact, and every month I think, I should go back through my journal and see if my feeling that the two things are related does in fact bear out, but then I forget about it until the next month. *hands*
Anyway, I still haven't figured out what I'm writing for my birthday, but I hope to have something done by then. I guess we'll see. I am also excited that the universe is gifting me with the premiere of Political Animals that night. I AM EXCITE.
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Yesterday was just a bad day. I don't know. I retreated to reading fluffy Tim/Kon fic (the safe refuge of the emotionally fragile), and even some of that made me cry. Which is not usually the way that works out. (Also, I was sad to see one of my favorite stories has disappeared from the internet. Dammit. I hate that. Even if you decide to disappear from fandom, leave your stories behind! Because sometimes a person just need to read some Tim/Kon sex pollen fic, okay?) I appear to have slept it off though, and I feel much better today.
Speaking of sleeping, last night, I dreamt I met Matthew Perry in Grand Central Station and he invited me to the Oyster Bar with his aunt. It was raining out, so I took him up on the offer. I don't even know.
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Writing continues apace, after grinding to a halt late last week. I'm pretty sure it's PMS-related, as it seems to happen nearly every month and then I'm like, "oh," after the fact, and every month I think, I should go back through my journal and see if my feeling that the two things are related does in fact bear out, but then I forget about it until the next month. *hands*
Anyway, I still haven't figured out what I'm writing for my birthday, but I hope to have something done by then. I guess we'll see. I am also excited that the universe is gifting me with the premiere of Political Animals that night. I AM EXCITE.
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This entry at DW: http://musesfool.dreamwidth.org/482271.html.
people have commented there.