Day of posting old fic, you can see by the date that it is indeed, very old. But I can't imagine going back to it, except for maybe an explanation of sorts.

Orlando's voice is wrong, I know. And I have quite a different take of what should happen, or rather, what would happen.

But.

Perfection is elusive, no?

( Twenty-Five. )

My dentist appointment was an hour longer than necessary. I hit a car. They are turning off the heat and water of my apartment because some water thingy broke.

Obviously, someone hates me.

In other news, you know you're obssessed when you have Viggorli dreams at 5 in the morning.

( Blink. )

Because what's the point of starting LiveJournals if you can't be some form of a fandom whore?

( The Difference Between Friends and Lovers. )