Kristin Wiig was some kind of Old West widow, whose mine was under attack from greedy townsmen, who wanted to own its silver or whatever ( Read more... )

I'm wondering whether I should introduce my roommate to Sherlock Holmes fanfic. I mean, I think she'd appreciate it; she's got a total boner for Robert Downey Jr, and she's mentioned that she just wants to just sit around and watch his rippling stomach muscles. She's also been shouting about how in Study in Scarlet, Holmes and Watson are such a ( Read more... )

Eventually I'll get out of Cheshire's bed. I mean, I have to eat sometime. And I really want a chocolate croissant.
I have had the craziest dreams these last two days. Yesterday was a crazy multi-media down-the-rabbit-hole dream, where I started playing a computer game that somehow took me to Australia. At some point, I was also auditioning to be ( Read more... )

I just had a Torchwood-flavored dream. It was cool. It involved evil Halloween decorations trying to bite Ianto.

I may write a fanfic.

(It's also nice to be remembering my dreams again.)

I had this really terrible dream last night about finding a lump in my breast. In the dream, nothing had changed from the moment I went to sleep: I was still lying in bed and wearing my pajamas. There was just now a lump about the size of AA battery above my heart. It was awful ( Read more... )

George Clooney randomly appeared in my dream this morning, to ask me why I wasn't writing more.

I'm not really sure how I feel about famous actors appearing in my dreams, only to give me disappointed looks and tell me I'm not doing enough with myself.

...Maybe I'm reading too much into this.