cimorene

well, okay. so i just woke up. i'm still foggy.

heh. last night when i came home i was still thinking i might go to class! it wasn't until around 4:30, after taking the dog out, when i was sipping tea and re-reading master ruth and helens's jason isaacs/eric bana porn, that i realised that would be silly and impossible.

so last night. JASON. uh. i took (tried to take) the bus there, only i somehow messed up mace's instructions and rode too far past the proper stop to walk, so she had to come pick me up in front of this shabby little clothing store ("DUDE," said wax on the phone, "DUDE.")

we drank a small amount of booze, ate a lot of good things, and ended up watching the ENTIRE run of dangerous lady where jason's an eval gay irish gangster, and at one point we contemplate at length his naked ass. then we watched black hawk down, after a bit of whiskey, which rendered it sort of visually surreal. "what's happening? who's that? is that jason? aww, his wittle face."

i can see that dangerous lady was a really, really bad book, but i still want an icon of it. jason calls his kickass mary sue sister "princess"!