I think, maybe, I've read too *much* fanfic. I don't know...some things, when you think about them in a slightly different context, are much less scary. And yes, that is all the explanation you're getting, 'cause I'm too tired after conversing with Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde last night.
Happy, though. Oh, god, yes.
...that somewhere, there's a society for the appreciation of men who hate sport.
Last night's impossibly beautiful quote is now on my wall above appropriate pictures. ~happy shiver~
Look, I know I've said it before. I'm going to say it again, too, so you might as well get used to it.
I met a lot of wonderful people a week ago. They're all still wonderful, impossibly so.
But I keep turning up pieces of information - just scraps of randomness on people's journals - about one of them that just make me sit there in front of my computer, shaking my head in complete disbelief that someone so *fantastic* can really exist.
And that I met them.
My god, I'm so lucky!
Ich bin unheimlich ungemotivated.
Someone kick me and make me *do something*?
We're freaking out again. This is not good. We don't get panic attacks, damn it. We're not now. We're just cold. Yah.
Oh, and we absolutely can breathe. Yes, we can. Because if we couldn't, that would be bad. Indeed.
And it's not dark.
~clings to imaginary courtesan-chatelaine~
~and hyperactive rabbit~
~and leopardskin cook~
~and other comforting people~
...never mind. If I made it make sense, I couldn't post it. Last post, anywho.
Note 1 : No, he doesn't cook leopardskins.
Note 2 : I hate myself for feeling better. But at least I feel better. ~sigh~
....I am not here.
It's almost a quote from Midsummer Night's Dream. I think.
Not. Just. Not here. ~shakes head~ Not.
Note : Mood "indescribable" set because "curious" doesn't even come close...
Later : *Dialogue*. Christ. ~dies~
I just don't know how to express how happy I feel.
It's freezing cold in here and I've been shivering all day and now I'm...just fine.
I would...I could...try and express it. But I'd worry that it would be thought trite, and I'd know it was inadequate, and...just...*oh*.
Later : But I don't want to sleep....and then again...storm, outside. Me, inside. Safe. Safe. God.
A little later : How...how did you know?