Wahey!

Woke up at 2 AM for no reason at all. Drank some water, went back to sleep. Woke up again at 5 AM for no apparent reason. Drank some water. Got back to bed. Lay awke for an hour before deciding to just take an earlier train. Bitches.

However. Snow has transformed the world into a plethora of white. I saw a prostitute behind a window and an old lady on the street hapily talking away. I got my first glimpse of Draco. Lola wrote Fowler/Rocky [Chicken Run, yes] slash. And I get to go to the UKRO conference in Glasgow, on Thursday 5 and Friday 6 July. Anyone living in that area that I can hang out with in the weekend, say, starting from Friday afternoon round 2ish?

Life is good.

Conversation in my head

- What kind of psychopatic freak are youm anyway?
- Dear lord, what kind am I allowed to be?

*sighage*

Just read this and want to pummel James now. Asshole.