It's Friday, I've just joined kellifer_fic's schmoop_agecom (because I've thought of a story so schmoopy that it needs to be herded with creatures of its own kind, for camouflage), everyone on my flist seems to be writing stuff that's making me want to simultaneously laugh my socks off and hug you all, it's dark, and I'm wearing sunglasses.

 

Okay, last two aren't true. But the rest are. And actually it is kinda dark in here. Can't we open the blinds? I feel like I haven't seen the sun in months. *pokes mole-like colleagues*

 

Lalala, I'm just rabbiting. MS Word is badly educated. My vocabulary is much better than its. (Okay, and more colloquial, admittedly, but it doesn't recognise some words that aren't made up by people on lj, too.) This makes me feel smug, even if it's like proclaiming my superiority over some nerk off Big Brother.

 

Thank you all for your prompts recently, guys. They were most excellently inspiring. I've done four of six – the other two involve Cam, and I want to watch a few more episodes of him before I try writing him again. Study him closely. Okay, yeah, that's purely an excuse to watch teh pretty, so sue me.

 

Been watching Green Wing series 2 this week. Dreamed Tamsin Greig was my friend, partly because she really reminds me of a RL friend of mine. Also there were zombies, and I was in a greenhouse, choosing jewellery... eh. And Sue White is teh funny. "Do I look like a mug? Have I got a handle? Am I made of china? Am I kept in a cupboard or on a small wooden tree? Would you like to put your lips on my rim? You may answer that question, the others were rhetorical."

 

*meanders off again*