(no subject)

The weather outside, mostly in the way it smells and the way the air feels, makes me ridiculously nostalgic for summer 2004, when I was getting paid to sit around in comfy chairs and read Patrick O'Brian and drink fresh-ground & brewed coffee. That was also the summer I got myself OH-SO in-over-my-head with the Sparrington ficathon AND the J/W ficathon, and the summer I started Psalms to the Taffrail. And not that last summer wasn't incredible, but '04 just had something magical about it. I was diving head-first into fandom, writing like I'd never written before, and everywhere I turned there was something new and fantastic to learn or discover. It was something special.

Or I could be insane. At any rate, I need to finish my calculus.


Some points of housekeeping/love, thank you obi_wansgirl for the lovely good-luck clover on my userinfo; it made me smile during an all-nighter when I especially needed it, and thank you drbillbongo for the DVD! Exploding wigs of death, indeed. :D