Yeah, I can just hear you all laughing at the thought of Melle on little to no caffeine. And it gets better, because this tiredness ups my strees, which ups my tension heaaches, which ups my need for painkillers, which just so happen to contain caffeine.
Life's a bitch. An ironic bitch.
And to top that off, my connection is slow as fuck today, and why is my email down? Grr.
Must now answer the 25 emails in my inbox, and go have some fun with Lee, designated Inpartially Horrified Observer. Sigh.
(Oh, and marcus_flint? You're evil. Poor Percy!)
You know, I spent most of [The Phantom Menace] watching the interaction between Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan and going "This is what a whole huge fandom was built on? Were we all on crack?" and then I got to The Touch, and remembered and...well, I guess if The Touch is crack, it's a good way to go.
(Amy; LJ)This is not a love triangle. It's a love squiggle. (Too many sides for the triangle, far too messy to be a polygon.
(Mireille; LJ comment)So, I believe, although I'd almost rather not, that somewhere around 3:30 am I adopted Keith Richards as a personal god. Um. Yes.
(Katie; LJ)The crack you're on is apparently more potent than mine.
(Mireille; LJ comment)Why is it always my fault? (Disregard the fact that it is.)
(Zed; LJ comment)</blockquote
I. Have. Bloody. Staying. Alive. In. My. Flippin'. Head.
*kills self*
- HP RP, where Lee really needs to make another entry;
- mIRC, in which Ang is eating people;
- Notepad, in which I wrote ( a lame swanslash snippet );
- AIM window with Mireille, in which we talk about freaky HP pairings and stuff;
- WinAmp;
- LJ.