This Mace, Those Castle Walls
I can see my breath in my flat, but I don't feel cold at all. This is pretty disturbing. But then, today has been a day of not that much funness. My big computer stopped working, which is sad and now means I have to get someone to save the stuff from my hard drive because there are things I need from there. I also failed at not being paranoid. And at writing. I have a massive writing block and for all cienna has been trying to help, I just can't do it. It doesn't help that I'm having those bad TIME TO MOVE ABROAD NAO thoughts again.
Slightly more fun than today was Saturday. Which was EPIC. I had a great time at pixiequeen10thk's place watching the final Stargate: Atlantis episodes with a liberal serving of wine to stomach them. Vegas was made of hot. The final episode I have no memory of whatsoever. That would be the wine. And the epic hadn't even started yet.
With j_apollo, I caught a train back to Euston at about 10pm or something. Let's just say the train took about three hours to get there, on what should have been a 30 minute journey. Then followed a whole lot of hanging around in the cold at Euston, rediscovering how much queueing is SRS BSNS In England. Finally got a taxi and made it home at gone 4am. I laughed because otherwise I'd have cried. It was insane. Oh trains. How rubbish you are.
Finally, I got forced to go near Facebook again (bleauch).
Slightly more fun than today was Saturday. Which was EPIC. I had a great time at pixiequeen10thk's place watching the final Stargate: Atlantis episodes with a liberal serving of wine to stomach them. Vegas was made of hot. The final episode I have no memory of whatsoever. That would be the wine. And the epic hadn't even started yet.
With j_apollo, I caught a train back to Euston at about 10pm or something. Let's just say the train took about three hours to get there, on what should have been a 30 minute journey. Then followed a whole lot of hanging around in the cold at Euston, rediscovering how much queueing is SRS BSNS In England. Finally got a taxi and made it home at gone 4am. I laughed because otherwise I'd have cried. It was insane. Oh trains. How rubbish you are.
Finally, I got forced to go near Facebook again (bleauch).