Aha!

Meletor's Fabulous Five-Step Plan for the Evening:

1: watch Persuasion
2: contemplate Persuasion; run around Brookfield looking for places to get job apps -- hobbytownUSA? mmm, model warstuff.
3: write three pages 'unpublished scene' from Persuasion; keep it clean, it's a Jane Austen class assignment
4: finish dress; take pictures; post pictures; thank people incredibly profusely
5: bask. read. bask more. mm, reading. also entails thanking people incredibly profusely.

*zoom zoom*

My drive-by reaction to Persuasion:

Sam West's Mr Elliot is too loveable. Not scammy enough, really.
Also, he does this thing. This eye thing. This... intense thing. It's just ... a thing. And it makes me afraid my mini tv is going to combust. Wtf, he makes Jane Austen dialogue rawr. How does that happen?

Also wtf, she's (Anne) hanging out on his (Wentworth) boat? Since when? Did I miss this in my two readings? Makes no sense.
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Now, I write. Austen-y boat stuff. Mwahah.

Then I read, because I'm on page, like, three-oh-something and freaking out. Why must life continually interrupt my escapist bliss?