For /some reason/ I'm in a very good mood today.

Meeting with Director of Studies was totally painless - I didn't even get all defensive/emotional/embarrassed. He's got it into his head that I need to aim for a 1st, which sounds like a lovely idea, although in my mind, it sounds like a lovely idea in the same way that getting back from a Cells practical to find a naked Glorfindel on my bed sounds like a nice idea. So, erm, yes Matt darling.

And I'd just like to say that girlofthemirror is amazing, fantastic, wonderful, awesome, supremely supreme and I'm running out of sufficiently emphatically good adjectives here.

This Hope is nearly done. I have about 2 scenes to finish (typically, it's being written from the middle and the end at once, like most things in my life), one to revise, and then there's the task of turning it into something actually worth reading. I want this to be the best fic ever, cos it's a special one for reasons I'll explain later, but I'm sure my writing skills are nowhere near that good. So I'll put lota and lots of love in and hope it all works :)

I've decided I need a new T-shirt off Cafepress (I'd be a fool not to take advantage of this great time when the Dollar is worth but 54p!). The question is, do I want "Figwit Lives!" or "You. My Talan. Now." Oooh, decisions decisions.

And it's official. I'm addicted to hot cross buns :-S

I'm worried!

You're
the United Nations!

Most people think you're ineffective, but you are trying to
completely save the world from itself, so there's always going to be a long
way to go.  You're always the one trying to get friends to talk to each
other, enemies to talk to each other, anyone who can to just talk instead of
beating each other about the head and torso.  Sometimes it works and sometimes
it doesn't, and you get very schizophrenic as a result.  But your heart
is in the right place, and sometimes also in New York.
Take the Country
Quiz at the Blue Pyramid