Having a lovely time one day inevitably has its price; I ache all over and have a splitting headache. Worse, one of my best friends is very unhappy and I don't know how to fix it. Also, there is shouting somewhere outside, like someone's giving a speech through a megaphone or something. In Bicester? On a Sunday? Unlikely.
I demand an instant improvement.
*waits*
There's been a huge influx of Dollhouse fanfic on my LJ F-list over the past few days. Which would be nice, only it's nearly all femslash, and no good on earth to me. (I don't say nobody else should write it, or read it; I said I don't want to. And please don't try to make anything out of that. I'm tired of fandom squabbles.) Anyway: maybe it was a femslash challenge, I don't know. But some nice Victor fic would not go amiss. Or if someone would finish off my Dan Rydell crossover for me, since that seems to have gone cold.
I suppose it's too soon to hope for something else nice to happen. Maybe I'll stay in bed for a week. Oh, if only I could!
ETA: the site I use for hatching dragon eggs is down, so if anyone could click on wee Chalcedony Kristalle and help him grow, I am sure he would very much appreciate it. If he were real, and not imaginary, that is: