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Something to redeem a crappy day full of nothing but gloom and LSAT practice tests: flicking through obscure-and-more-obscure Sky channels at one in the morning and randomly coming across Slings & Arrows, which I didn't even know was on British television. The episode was "Birnam Wood", and I switched on literally just in time to see Geoffrey have his taking-antidepressants-by the fistful, "and NOTHING WORKS!" meltdown all over Darren.
At which point I got up, made some hot chocolate and found some cookies, and sat happily back down again. It may be temporary, but I now feel much better about life. Ahhhhh.
While I'm at it, fic rec: Eurydice, by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
rillarilla (S&A, Geoffrey/Ellen, sort of). The author claims it's a lot like my own "Letters To La Paz", which it is a bit, except for the part where it's better. It's well-thought out, gorgeously written, and you will read it twice. I'm not telling you why. Go and read it. Even if you don't know the fandom, come to think of it. Run, don't walk.
I have nothing else to report. My life is riddled by humidity, anxiety about The FutureTM and lack of job. Due to a set of circumstances too stupid to explain, I have no work this week and thus, no money.
Argh, I am going to stop waaaaaailing now. So, er. Happy birthay,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hathy_col! I love you a whole, ginormous, humongous lot, and I have a present for you, all wrapped 'n' stuff, that was sitting in my bedside drawer all the time we were chatting, and I just forgot to give it to you, because I am a MORON.
And on that suitably accurate note, I go to attempt to start to write my ficathon fic, and believe me that abuse of infinitives is quite intentional, because I love the English language JUST THAT MUCH.
At which point I got up, made some hot chocolate and found some cookies, and sat happily back down again. It may be temporary, but I now feel much better about life. Ahhhhh.
While I'm at it, fic rec: Eurydice, by
rillarilla (S&A, Geoffrey/Ellen, sort of). The author claims it's a lot like my own "Letters To La Paz", which it is a bit, except for the part where it's better. It's well-thought out, gorgeously written, and you will read it twice. I'm not telling you why. Go and read it. Even if you don't know the fandom, come to think of it. Run, don't walk. I have nothing else to report. My life is riddled by humidity, anxiety about The FutureTM and lack of job. Due to a set of circumstances too stupid to explain, I have no work this week and thus, no money.
Argh, I am going to stop waaaaaailing now. So, er. Happy birthay,
hathy_col! I love you a whole, ginormous, humongous lot, and I have a present for you, all wrapped 'n' stuff, that was sitting in my bedside drawer all the time we were chatting, and I just forgot to give it to you, because I am a MORON. And on that suitably accurate note, I go to attempt to start to write my ficathon fic, and believe me that abuse of infinitives is quite intentional, because I love the English language JUST THAT MUCH.
