~stretches~ I keep getting "This is the man that I plan to entangle, isn't he fine?" running through my head (for anyone who is an alien, it's from the Buffy musical) and then giving myself a metaphorical slap on the wrist for thinking it, even subconsciously.
Oh but it's so hard to be good...and there are so many of them...
Oh well. Today I will enforce non-visitation of Scott on myself by getting my act together and going to Leytonstone.
(He was in the dream before the nightmare. The one where we were all in school and learning how to say "cocksucking whore" without a trace of embarrassment. My life is very strange.)
And I *think* this is about to be a rather insane weekend during which I don't get to rest much. Not that that's a problem but it hadn't occurred to me quite how mad it's going to be until now.