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[ink_splotch]

My period is now two days late. While I appreciate that this under any other circumstances would be a happy, or at least unimportant thing, right now I really want my period. Because the sooner I get it, the sooner my PMS goes away. It's *killing* me; I've cried myself to sleep two days now, and it could be stress-related, but my mood is going up and down like I'm living on some kind of hormonal see-saw and it needs to cease.

In less inherently bad news, I have Dublin Mudslide, which may quite possibly be the best thing ever.

I'm also up for popslash recs on crack_van next month and then in July I'm up for Lawrence/Ali on ship_manifesto. I WILL STAY IN FANDOM, DAMMIT. Even though my writing muse has taken a hike. If you find it, please return it. So instead I'll rec and recommend and try to meta. Which reminds me, I need to get my Empire back - it had Lawrence of Arabia as one of it's Masterpieces and included a comment about how it could "be interepted as a love story between two of the prettiest men ever onscreen" (paraphrased), which might be worth including.

I also finished Anansi Boys, which was wonderful and kept me up - well, my insomnia kept me up, but the book made it enjoyable. Because Neil Gaiman is a genius. The book was funny, moving and the way it utilized both the Anansi myths and the *idea* of storytelling. I had a couple of quotes marked, but I fell asleep with the book and managed to throw it off the bed, so I lost their place. However, I very, very much recommend the book - it's a quick read too!

I also started The Remains of the Day, which reads slightly Wodehousian, slightly Brideshead Revisited, with a dash of Virginia Woolf and E. M. Forster. Needless to say, it's very enjoyable so far, so I think I'll retire with it and my Mudslide. See you all sometime Sunday, where life hopefully will be slightly more normal.

One would hope.

ETA: Hee!

The Masterpiece Theatre's coffee-table book [for Jeeves & Wooster] puts it like this:

'Literature is full of blissfully contented male couples, joined together in companionship that no woman can put asunder. Sherlock had Watson, Hawkeye had Chingachgook, Don Quixote had Sancho, and Robinson Crusoe was the first person in history to say "Thank God It's Friday."'

Comments

[lattara.livejournal.com]

*hands you chocolate and pets you*

You... signed up to do recs in the middle of your *exam period*?? You're a better (wo)man than me, Gunga Din.

[vampirespider.livejournal.com]

No, I signed up in November, and I just came up now. But never fear! Because I, uh, apparently had no life in November, I have nine recs written up in a word document.

I'm sure there's a reason for this.

*eats chocolate*

[myhappyface.livejournal.com]

Eep, I hate it when I actively wish for my period. I just get nervous that it'll surprise me at some completely inopportune moment. And yay for you writing the Lawrence/Ali manifesto; I'm glad someone else is doing it because I was about to write it myself. You've saved the internet from the horror!

[vampirespider.livejournal.com]

Me too, and it always *does*. With my luck I'll get it during my driving lesson tonight.

Ahahaha, I don't know if I *can* write it. So I reserve the right to call on you for help, if that's okay?

[myhappyface.livejournal.com]

Of course you can! I've read your Hawkeye/Trapper manifesto. But I would be happy to help whenever you need it.

[vampirespider.livejournal.com]

Thank you! *blush*