liquid lightning, let it run / it's like a choir that's on fire

[themeletor]

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.

Comments

[meletor-et-al.livejournal.com]

yeah, I really wish I could think, because damnit I want to beta that, but... .::bitches::. .::auto-decapitates::. &c.

I have all of the Phantom Crawford-Brightman soundtrack in the form of one long-ass mp3.

[xzombiexkittenx.livejournal.com]

owie. Hm, I don't really get bad headaches so I don't know what to suggest. I'd say to eat something, but if it's really bad I imagine that you're probably nauseous. >_<

Hm. A cool cloth over your forehead maybe?

[meletor-et-al.livejournal.com]

it's not actually bad. if it were bad I could ignore it.

it's just... incredibly fucking annoying. and the dining hall just now opened for night feeding, so I'll drag myself over there, I reckon.