Note found upon entering my father's house:

Hey MC,
Hope your trip was okay and you've arrived safe and sound. There should be food in the fridge and clean sheets on the bed.
See you tomorrow,
Dad

Hey MC,
Hope you've brought candy! Please empty the dishwasher, I forgot.
Mikkel
P.S. CREME EGGS, BITCH!

Ah, home-sweet-home.

(On a vaguely related note: how awesome is it to be able to wake slowly, going from a dream state to writing fic mentally in the snooze period on the alarm? mmm, sleep!)

a trail for the devil to erase

I've just had the most terrible hair cut. I get this feeling every nine months or so that I should cut my hair to above my shoulders, and it's never a good idea and yet I always do it. But this time it is truly, truly atrocious. Like, I look like a "before" photo terrible. And it's slightly too short now, so I can't even have it touched up, really. Why do I do it? Why?

On the plus side, it looks quite nice when plaited, very school-girl-in-the-good-way. So as long as I keep it like that for a couple of months, I'll be fine. *despairs*

I am currently watching EastEnders, possibly because I am experiencing traditional why-am-I-not-in-Leicester. It's always like this: I'm barely on the plane before I'm thinking time to go home, even though I know that I like being in Denmark, and I enjoy spending time with my family and friends here, but the first day is always weird. And so I'm watching EastEnders in order to combat homesickness. It's not entirely working.

Speaking of combating loneliness - 3000 words of fic. There went most of my day.

Oh! In actual interesting stuff: I was in the St.Pancras' Foyles. I haven't had proper bookshop *glee* in ages, but I walked in and it was beautiful. Booklust blooming instantly, I tell you. They have these beautiful exclusive versions of Sherlock Holmes looking exactly like you've always imagine they should look, but never truly, consciously realized and it took absolutely everything in me not to buy them all - or at the very least Hound of the Baskervilles. So beautiful. And now I want to go to the actual store so damn much. It's supposed to be huge and organized and full of books. WANT.

So life is mostly good here. Still. MY HAIR YOU GUYS!