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It's odd how little I use this as a journal. Hmm. Well, maybe that's because I have no life. I'm presently slightly drunk on sheer lack of sleep plus a vodka and coke so I feel like posting.
David's in the UK until Saturday, possibly longer. I was up until 1.45 working on the LMFA one night, last night it was 12.45 and then I just couldn't sleep and had very weird dreams I won't bore you with except they involved Garett with a nose ring so maybe I should... nah... Maybe tonight I'll make it to bed at a reasonable hour. Thinking clearly is becoming an issue. It's reminding me of when Lauren was a baby and I'd get up seven times in the night to her (which went on until she was two and a half at which point we let her cry and the hell with the trauma and three nights later she slept through, thank God and never looked back).
Writing... doing the prison AU fic for Moonridge right now, in between LMFA stuff.
Watching... partway through this week's SGA but am feeling meh and part way through a Burn Notice that has Tony Perez (Gustavo Alcante) in it, so yay for Sentinel actor bingo.
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tbrook keeps posting more of her stunning Sentinel AU 'The Eighth Day' and I'm pouncing on it eagerly because I love this fic to bits.
The main body of the fic is here:
http://www.geocities.com/brook_henson/theeighthday08.html
and the updates are on her LJ and Yahoo group.
I also just finished all 60+ of the Chalet School books. Wow, would I ever not send my child there. Every single walk they go on there's a flash flood, the mountain crumbles, or they get attacked by wasps or something.
Lauren is at a sleepover. Eleanor and I still found it hard to make noise after 8.30 and kept giggling when we remembered that, cats aside, we were the only people in the house and could make all the noise we wanted, so there.
I am trying to mow the lawn. It's a big lawn. The grass is long. The mower keeps cutting out. My weedy, weak arms are having trouble pulling the ripcord with the necessary authority to restart it. Sod it. It'll have to wait until David gets back. I've done 80% of it.
Hmm. Another vodka or not? Decisions, decisions...
David's in the UK until Saturday, possibly longer. I was up until 1.45 working on the LMFA one night, last night it was 12.45 and then I just couldn't sleep and had very weird dreams I won't bore you with except they involved Garett with a nose ring so maybe I should... nah... Maybe tonight I'll make it to bed at a reasonable hour. Thinking clearly is becoming an issue. It's reminding me of when Lauren was a baby and I'd get up seven times in the night to her (which went on until she was two and a half at which point we let her cry and the hell with the trauma and three nights later she slept through, thank God and never looked back).
Writing... doing the prison AU fic for Moonridge right now, in between LMFA stuff.
Watching... partway through this week's SGA but am feeling meh and part way through a Burn Notice that has Tony Perez (Gustavo Alcante) in it, so yay for Sentinel actor bingo.
Reading...
tbrook keeps posting more of her stunning Sentinel AU 'The Eighth Day' and I'm pouncing on it eagerly because I love this fic to bits.The main body of the fic is here:
http://www.geocities.com/brook_henson/theeighthday08.html
and the updates are on her LJ and Yahoo group.
I also just finished all 60+ of the Chalet School books. Wow, would I ever not send my child there. Every single walk they go on there's a flash flood, the mountain crumbles, or they get attacked by wasps or something.
Lauren is at a sleepover. Eleanor and I still found it hard to make noise after 8.30 and kept giggling when we remembered that, cats aside, we were the only people in the house and could make all the noise we wanted, so there.
I am trying to mow the lawn. It's a big lawn. The grass is long. The mower keeps cutting out. My weedy, weak arms are having trouble pulling the ripcord with the necessary authority to restart it. Sod it. It'll have to wait until David gets back. I've done 80% of it.
Hmm. Another vodka or not? Decisions, decisions...