Pink!

There is joy. Really! First of all, Liya seems to have mostly recovered from the Sleazy Bastard incident. I think I really, really shouldn't let stuff like this happen to her. I can cope with it. Most of the time. Anyway.

Moving on, okay, maybe not unmitigated joy, because, well, did I go to Intro to French Politics? Did I fuck. It was from ten to eleven, and my eyes didn't actually open until half past. Also, being an idiot, I forgot to set my alarm. Yep, I fail at life. That said, Sudhir did not mention the lecture (much) in the tute, and did not blink when I appeared with a steaming cup of soup provided by Claire and proceeded to eat it through the tute. Also, he said my essay was structured and coherently argued! I am coherent! I read the annotation and made small "yay!" noises, as this is the much-maligned French Fourth Republic essay of doom.

And, I finally got around to buying myself a birthday present. (Less pathetic than it sounds; my parents couldn't think of anything so told me to buy something pretty and send them the bill, at which point I exploded out of general love.) Therefore I am now the proud owner of tiny, squishy, fuzzy pink laptop speakers. No more tinniness. I am very pleased with the world.

So, in celebration, I am handing out virtual sweeties and drabbles. Comment with fandom, pairing/prompt/phrase/death threat/anything you like, and I shall attempt to provide.