*is ded*

[raven]

Urgh. I'm pretty sure my internal organs want to kill me. Also, I keep hitting Ctrl instead of shift and it is making typing very annoying.

URRRGH. I actually wanted to write about far more interesting things, like being back in Oxford and seeing Brokeback Mountain and hanging out with all the cool people once more, or even the French Fourth Republic (as I now know what it is), but sadly my mind is too fixated on the fact my body wants it to die. I love India as a country, I really do, but all native bacteria should be lined up and terminated with extreme prejudice.

So, um, meme. From chicklet73: The problem with LJ: We all think we are so close, but really we know nothing about each other. So I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Ask away.

Go on, it'll be fun. Also, I wanted to do the "10 things I assume you know about me" meme from a while back, but I think India intervened.

Now please excuse me while I drown in paracetamol and other assorted over-the-counter analgaesia. (God bless India, where there is no such thing as a counter.)

Comments

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

I want a surprise for my birthday! (And for you to be here. :))

I got the latest cathedral in my pidge! I thoroughly enjoyed the trouser-wearing theory, and started to laugh in the middle of the post room, which was embarrassing. :)

Oh, my. I have antibody fic! I love it, actually, particularly the spear wiped on his trousers. Poor antibody. *pets it*

[amchau.livejournal.com]

Okay, I'll look for a surprise for you. And I will be there the Sunday after.

I'm glad that arrived. :) And very glad that it made you laugh (though I have now forgotten the details of the theory in question).

Well, it seemed to me to be what antibodies would *do*. (If they were crossbreed with the Nac Mac Feegle, that is.)