How a propos
Yesterday I started reading The Hunger Games. (Yes, I know everybody who's cool has read them already. Cut me some slack, I was having hype issues. And name issues. And snob issues. OK?)
Also yesterday, there was nothing on TV after the Sherlock re-run, and in zapping, we came across Ich bin ein Star - holt mich hier raus!, one of the lowest lows German TV currently has to offer. Trainwreck syndrome struck, and we actually watched ten minutes or so.
I was having... shall we say, really bloody interesting dreams last night because my brain combined the two. (And some other things.)
I MAY NEVER HEAL FROM THIS.
Also, I obviously need to stop reading "Mark Reads", because sweet summer child, it is affecting my writing style.
More later. I have Thoughts. On the book and on Sherlock. Not on IbeS-Hmhr (hey, that looks almost like Ancient Egyptian. Or, thingy. Cthulhu-Speak. Hmhr! Ftaghn!) though. There are no Thoughts to be had in or on that except for WELL I GUESS AT LEAST THEY DON'T HAVE TO KILL EACH OTHER.