So that was Easter.
The weather has turned chill, and it's raining.
My sister, her sprog, and her bloke have left - the Oast is quiet once more.
I've mostly run out of Victorian melodrama I can write. I have Steampunk stuff to finish.
I'm wearing the wrong clothes. This is perfect weather for ragged tops, full skirts, shawls and corsets. All of those things are in Shamblyland and not here. Bugger.
I really want TB. And laudanum. And my ghost. I'm also musing seeing how long I can last not eating and just notching a corset tighter the hungrier I get. (Just one of my slightly unhinged ideas at present.) I'm actually considering asking my doctor whether he's treated anyone with TB and if so if I might accidentally-on-purpose run into them. I fear my nice doctor will look mildly horrified and may make notes on my file. I wouldn't blame him, but I'd far rather he gave me petrie dish of TB.
*sigh*
Hello supposed sanity, how are you?
More to the point, how is everyone else?
And can you give me laudanum?
Or TB?
My sister, her sprog, and her bloke have left - the Oast is quiet once more.
I've mostly run out of Victorian melodrama I can write. I have Steampunk stuff to finish.
I'm wearing the wrong clothes. This is perfect weather for ragged tops, full skirts, shawls and corsets. All of those things are in Shamblyland and not here. Bugger.
I really want TB. And laudanum. And my ghost. I'm also musing seeing how long I can last not eating and just notching a corset tighter the hungrier I get. (Just one of my slightly unhinged ideas at present.) I'm actually considering asking my doctor whether he's treated anyone with TB and if so if I might accidentally-on-purpose run into them. I fear my nice doctor will look mildly horrified and may make notes on my file. I wouldn't blame him, but I'd far rather he gave me petrie dish of TB.
*sigh*
Hello supposed sanity, how are you?
More to the point, how is everyone else?
And can you give me laudanum?
Or TB?