actual update thing
Reread So Long and Thanks For All The Fish a few days ago. Am now entertaining Fenchurch/Ford/Arthur threesome thoughts. Because the tattoo "Property of Fenchurch" on Arthur's arse is right next to the "Property of Ford Prefect" one. She's the sensible one. Ford's the one that comes in the third storey window in the early hours of the am, roaring drunk, with a policewoman's helmet on his head, and then puts up with Arthur pulling out the coffee and the sticking plasters. Arthur, of course, is the one who babbles until kissed silly, then just smiiiiiiiles.
This all makes perfect sense if you're me, unable to pop your ears, headachy, and wondering if there's a intergalactic kegger going on in your heating pipes.
Oh, wait, that's just the new music. Beg pardon.
Reading Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice while slightly feverish is . . interesting. Especially since it's the first time I've ever read it and I keep wondering if my inability to concentrate for more than a chapter or so at a time is detracting from the experience. Then I get distracted by slash possibilities. And possibly how easily Bertram Wooster would fit into this group. Though Lydia and Kitty Bennett would suddenly find themselves having to gossip about . . well, Bertie.
However. Fitzwilliam. I ask you. What was Darcy senior thinking?
This all makes perfect sense if you're me, unable to pop your ears, headachy, and wondering if there's a intergalactic kegger going on in your heating pipes.
Oh, wait, that's just the new music. Beg pardon.
Reading Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice while slightly feverish is . . interesting. Especially since it's the first time I've ever read it and I keep wondering if my inability to concentrate for more than a chapter or so at a time is detracting from the experience. Then I get distracted by slash possibilities. And possibly how easily Bertram Wooster would fit into this group. Though Lydia and Kitty Bennett would suddenly find themselves having to gossip about . . well, Bertie.
However. Fitzwilliam. I ask you. What was Darcy senior thinking?