Stuff

A couple of things.
Firstly, Em, I'm sorry I wasn't here earlier. I would have been supportive, and wouldn't even have got pissed off about you-know-who.

Secondly, scorpionmars - weren't you making a list of times when Hawkeye and Trapper have fed each other things? I spotted one today - don't know if you've already got it, but it's in the one where Radar tricks Henry into giving a lamb medical discharge papers - I think it's called Private Charles Lamb. Anyway, just before the advert break, they're going through the Greek food, and Hawkeye drops what looks like a pepper into Trapper's mouth.
So there you go.
And now I really must go to bed. I have to have to have to get out of bed tomorrow, I really do. And my little habit of falling asleep everywhere is not going to help.

Operation Abandon LiveJournal went so well, didn't it? Nevermind, let's shelve that idea for now. I need this journal. Without it I'd probably go nuts.

Oh, crap. Feel all lightheaded again.

Forty-five minutes

It's nearly eleven. The other three will be here soon, to pick me up. I think I should eat something and tie up my hair, which is annoying the hell out of me by its existence.
This is probably my last update for the next four days, so I think I may have to keep notes. The weekend is designed to be one of fun, freedom, and fangirlishness. I'm a little panicked because I have no money - I'll have to find some this morning, I guess!
Oh - phone just went off. Em, texting me, and I quote: "Hi - left Hannah's now - wake up!"
I'm awake, which is quite startling, isn't it? Not only am I awake, but I've actually managed to get out of bed and get dressed.
They should be here in about forty-five minutes.

The Misfits

So, I had an entry all typed up, pressed a hitherto undiscovered keyboard command and watched it all disappear. Crap.
Anyway. I have had an out-of-the-ordinary day, in company of snowdrop24, osiris13 and purplerainbow. We have spent the day in the Trafford Centre, playing trains in Marks and Sparks, having an interesting conversation about why they should make a sitcom about us - provisionally titled "The Misfits" - and listened to a conversation about us having a conversation about Clare in the loos. Which does make sense, if you were there.
All I said about Clare was that she could eat for Europe. Nothing insulting, because that would be wrong.
The presents the three of us bought Em on her sweet sixteenth birthday were.. odd. They were:

• A strange gothic cup.
  
• Mug from Quiggins.
  
• A bullet on a chain.
  
• Three badges.
  
• Two bracelets.
  
• Incense sticks.
  
• A piece of shippy fanfic (I must have lost my mind).
  And....
  
• A giant Christmas bauble. God bless purplerainbow.
  

And once again - bless her, she has just found the Buffy ep Once More With Feeling, followed by Tabula Rosa - this makes a lonely raven very happy.
And now I am going to go, and ring Pedar because he might have forgotten to eat, or watch M*A*S*H, or Seinfeld, or something else, and besides he should know I'm alive.
To conclude. I'm going.
And I know I said I wouldn't update, but I have. Oops.