woke up in a good mood--despite that i was woken first by the dog whuffing, then by the contractor following him down the hall to my room. i was lying in bed on my back, lights still out, still mostly asleep. 'oh,' said the contractor blankly, 'i thought no one was here.' i just smiled woozily and called the dog. but we had to have a conversation nonetheless, which i don't remember anymore. yeah, that was great fun. well, the doorbell rang, the house inspectors are all here, i hopped up and into my extremely expensive designer denim skirt and made myself a bagel (which i've not yet eaten) and a cup of chamomile tea, and sought out the internet.
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wax_jism was writing a
dark harbour story:
norman nameless young man/
alan rickman david something. but it's gotten stalled and she's given up and moved onto a crossover between
everwood and
floating--norman the elder now, paired with this skinny 19-yo kid who looks eerily like the enchanting moi, aka the star of everwood and her new crush. but, bugger, SOMEONE write me alan.
edit: picture fixed now.
i know it's realistically not going to happen, and since i was mentioning him anyway, here's
( sexeh sullen-looking black and white alan. )and also, another meme. it seems to be 'how will you be wanked' only for the harry potter fandom, and at that, rather weird. i suppose one would have to be 'in' to get it. i amuse myself by cussing at it.
