Today was a day of Michael Crawford, the color pink, and skipping meals.
Also of three headaches (or, one that went through three hits of aleve).
I spent the day making a header for
kittenbraden (I don't think she's implemented it yet, so no you don't get to see it right now) while listening to various incarnations of Crawford -- Phantom of the Opera, Dance of the Vampires, and Love Songs. I think the headache has more to do with the fact that black/pink so =/= otp, and the whole living-off-cold-tea-instead-of-real-food thing, than it does with the swoontastic crooning of one Phantom/Krolock/torch-boy. At least, I hope.
I've been writing for the ficathon... it's just a matter of typing it. I suck.
Aw, shit. I missed the Maine College Democrats convention, didn't I. Al Franken... poof. Damnit. I really suck.
Also of three headaches (or, one that went through three hits of aleve).
I spent the day making a header for
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I've been writing for the ficathon... it's just a matter of typing it. I suck.
Aw, shit. I missed the Maine College Democrats convention, didn't I. Al Franken... poof. Damnit. I really suck.