hathycol | "I really really really wanna zigazigahhh..."

HAPPY BIRTHDAY moralanqua!

Your birthday card is on the way, hun. The Elf was quite tricky to fold up, but once I fed him some of the vodka he quietened down really quickly.

I've been dancing around the room like a funky chicken, as the Spice Girls are on and they release a strange, primal urge in me to pretend to be about ten and dance around with outher ten year old girls, desperately wanting to be Baby/Sporty/Posh/Scary/Ginger.

Ah, good times.

Been ever so productive. Last night I sat down and started writing like a demon, as my Imedhuir muse came back from hiding and it got to the point where I genuinely couldn't leave until I'd finished the chapter. I would have written more, but it was getting late and pretty vampires were waiting. My, I forgot what a brilliant ending Interview With The Vampire has, even if it does basically kick the books into a hole in the floor. (Daniel wants Armand, dammit!) Yet the whole "Always whining! I've had 200 years of this!" reaffirms my faith as a Lestat fan.

Woke up this morning, got media done, nipped into Ormskirk, and I seem to have done a lot, actually. I know it sounds weird, but if I do all my revision notes now, what am I supposed to do later on? Aha, learn them, that's the obvious answer. Oh well. Today I've been that distracted that I've ended up colouring my nails in a different colour with highlighters, which probably isn't very hygienic. Finding self not caring, either.

Out tomorrow with the Resident Lunatics; I owe Clare a video, and I need to beg Iona to give A Hat Full Of Sky back. I'm in the mood for a re-read. Can't actually remember what video I owe Clare, either... and also slightly suspect that Iona may have it.

It's a big circle of borrowing and lending. Communism in action!

Anyway. Now I'm buggaring off to wirte Actual Smut (it would have been written last night, but Lindir got in the way and demanded actual emotions) and then possibly some politics. Oiy.

~Hathy_Col~