Analysing Oedipus as a character. La de da.

Yet again I am faced with so much piled-up work, both online and in real life, that it almost gets hard to breathe around the anxiety. Come oooon. You can do it.

This has been the pointless "whining about my own self-sabotage" post of the day. I shall now proceed to calm the fuck down.

Angel statues have now gained a (semi-)permanent creepy status. Thanks so much, Doctor.

I dreamt I found a fox cub. It was all dirty and cold and starving and flea-infested, but I took it into a friend's house and procured some food. I had just decided that I should probably take it to a zoo or an animal shelter or something when my alarm rang, so I suppose I'll never find out what happened. Sounds like a boring dream, I know, but I was very fond of that cub and the dream stayed in my brain.

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To do over the weekend: Elftown stuff. Lots of it. I've been neglectful for way too long.

Also, an attempt shall be made to kick my butt into gear and start taking proper care of my ET responsibilities again. Sorry, folks. Real life keeps happening.

So. As of today, J and I are officially common-law spouses. Let's see how this goes.

Mail-sending friends, plz to note the change of address in my private info box. :3

"You so beautiful, like a teddybear sliding down a rainbow into a pot of honey, but when the teddy bear comes out of the honey it isn't stickey, because your so fucking sexy you make honey lose its stickyness."

Message on okCupid. Brilliant penmanship. Astonishing, really.

If you're intending to enter A Poet's Vision, now would be a good time to start working. You have about a week. :3

Important day for two rather different reasons. :)
For one, my first date with J was a year ago today. If we survive until Christmas, this will officially be my longest romantic relationship yet.
For another, the Dark Heresy campaign I've been part of for these last three years came to its end. Our last session ended about two hours ago. It's been a good run.

Right at the moment, everything is being read with a very, very British accent. Inside my head, that is. Think Ninth Doctor and you're pretty close. :P

Plz to help me out by sharing any jokes and puns in any language you happen to know. We need content for our student guild magazine. :)

Amg amg amg amg going back to Oulu on Saturday I will finally see J again we haven't seen in about two months *explodes*

*looks at all the updates*
Right. Tomorrow will be spent catching up.

I'll be offline until sometime on Saturday evening my time. See yous then. :)

There are feathers in
your hand when you wake
and from somewhere afar you
can hear the song of beautiful
little birds, beckoning.
You want to join them.
A fluttering on the windowsill, now--
capture it in trembling
fingers and whisper
old memories into ears
that will transform your clumsy
human speech; new melodies
will be born out of your sorrow
and perhaps tomorrow
you will feel lighter.
For today, for now, you can hold the bird gently
fling it onto the sky
and smile.

The hell is going on in Britland? Question partly rhetorical, because after reading a couple of Tumblr updates I went off and googled to find out what they were talking about. But still. The eff?

Here are the rather belated ant photos. Not too sharp, but the best I could do at that moment.

I now have a Tumblr account, mainly for the purpose of following some people. If you're in the habit of posting, poke me and I'll add you.