Drilling holes in teeth

Awww. I love shipperkitten, who was thinking about me earlier. She's perfectly right, of course; it was chance remarks on the parts of three different people that led to this, the most-destructive-to-the-outside-world friendship of all time, and if things had even been slightly different, it would have never have happened. I find it a very sobering thought.
Philosophy aside, we were having an interesting conversation, about lycanthropy and fangirlishness, and, well, I may as well leave it there.

All of that came later, though; Em didn't wake up until after me this morning, which is a highly uncommon occurrence. That makes it sound like we live together; we don't. If we did, we'd kill each other. Anyway. I got up at nine and didn't see hide nor hair of Em until midday. Apparently the RDA chat went well(!) I'd spent the morning reading fanfic; after a few hours of it, the lines between fiction and reality were beginning to blur, I went out.My mother, god love her, told me this morning I had to go to the dentist, but I think I would have gone out anyway. I was getting claustrophobic, and besides there's a guy outside attempting to fix the gate - "attempting" is the word, and in order to get away from the constant opening/closing, I got my bike and rode on out.

It's been a while since I went into the village, and an equally long time since I've ridden that bike anywhere. I never got my cycling proficiency test, so I guess I'm breaking local bye-laws by riding it, and in a stroke of irony, I actually rode past a group of children taking their tests. I heard one kid shout, "That girl's not wearing a helmet!" when I rode past.

My dentist was as charming as ever. His name's Leigh, which I thought strange - I'd always assumed the other spelling of the name was more likely. But then, I do have both a Leigh and a Lee on my friends list, and they're both girls. Anyway, where was I? Yes... my dentist, an utter charmer even when he's drilling holes in my teeth. I didn't even mind the fact that half my mouth is numb and I can't talk. Damn him.

Following that, I dropped in to Pritchard's to say hi to Tony, but he wasn't there, so I went on to the library, forgetting in my stupidity that it's Thursday and they were closed. Back to fanfic, I think. I can't talk!

Ravenclaw

I missed the interview with JK Rowling on BBC 2. Fu-uck.

And I am not in a truly spiffin' mood at present. I think I'm vicariously depressed, that is, if "vicariously" means what I think it means. Gah. I take it all back - all that's wrong with me is that I'm in a strange mood. I've been reading too much; getting stuck in my own head again. The problem is I tend to absorb styles of writing like a sponge - when I've read as many different stories as I have today, my own, simple, unfunny journal writing style seems to be hidden underneath a hundred million different varieties of fiction whirling round my head.

I can hear my mother in the kitchen, on the phone to one of her friends. She's just been saying, "...yes, you know, this new Harry Potter book... shops are opening at midnight and of course Iona is just so excited... Sanjeev's promised to take her, you know, he's promised her..."
Doncha just love it when your parents talk about you? Besides, this is the closest my mother will ever come to understanding life as a serial obsessive. I've never tried to explain slash, or even bisexuality, to her, due to her disturbingly homophobic tendencies. Ah, whatever. I didn't make this entry to bitch about my mother. We've been having unusually civil relations recently.

I spent the afternoon chatting to shipperkitten and hathy_col. We talked of many things, of cabbages and kings, mostly slashy in nature, and I enjoyed the sensation of just relaxing and not thinking about anything except the things I want to think about.

My mother keeps asking me what perfume I'm wearing - she says she can smell something nice on me. I keep telling her I'm not wearing any, 'cause that's the truth. I have a feeling the smell hanging round me might just be contentment - if fear has a smell, too, then why not?

Lastly, gacked from lady_of_asheru:
( this was hardly a surprise )