I want a zebra

[extemporanea]

I am, for no adequately defined reason and after almost a year of absence, remembering my dreams again. This is a profound relief. I like dreaming; mine tend to the vivid and trippy and are always entertaining. I think it also means that I'm probably emerging from the loathsome embrace of depression at least to some extent, to which I say calloo,

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Whaaaaaaaaaaat?!

[first_fallen]

Please to state evidence of suspected girlfriend. Also, pictures.

[stringgeek]

^^^^THIS!^^^^. Please, we MUST KNOW MORE.

Also, hooray for dreaming and balloons!

[extemporanea]

What, you doubt my observational skills? There's definitely a third person in the house rather a lot, for reasons other than pewter-casting. Also, apparently the EL still reads this blog, because he has (a) harrumped at me about the above post, and (b) confirmed everything.

She seems nice :>.

[stringgeek]

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEE!

You'd only said things about pewter-casting. I hadn't realized there had been multiple sightings. Or that he would actually admit it. (This being the EL, after all).

I am very happy for him--absolutely tickled pink. Do please pass that along in case he doesn't happen to see this comment himself. :)

[jeanniewal]

Glad to hear about the dreaming and the loosening of the depression. I too, would not refuse a balloon ride with Sherlock Holmes in his current incarnation.

I have a bracelet from a friend which says "Ten is my Doctor" Given the numerous iterations of ACD's character, perhaps I need another which reads "Cumberbatch is my Sherlock".

[extemporanea]

With you both on the Tenth Doctor and on the One True Sherlock, although the latter would be a lot punchier a catch-phrase if the actor's name wasn't so damned cumbersome.

Dammit, I must really finish writing that Sherlock fanfic post, it's been an open tab for over a month.