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Mar. 16th, 2012 04:17 pmI am not gruntled.
I have a nasty cold, so my head is basically solid and I am, for the moment, a mouthbreather. Meh.
Fancake's theme for the next however long is going to be novel-length stories, which means I'm not going to be clicking on any links because I don't have any inclination to invest days reading a novel—quite probably a *mega* novel—about characters I don't recognise or feel any particular inclination to read a novel about. I've followed![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fancake links to short stories which look intriguing, but novels? Meh.
My cockbertbigbang story is meandering. I like it, but it's awfully self-indulgent, and there's no sign of them having any sex yet. Meh.
On the up side, went to Norwich yesterday and had lunch with the Brats. Bun drove very competently, although she is a bit nervous of parking, which is apparently a requirement of the test these days. She is actually pursuing possible employment, and even Boy is showing some inclination towards earning some money, which would certainly be nice. Bun gave me my Mother's Day present early, and it is a selection of excellent chocolates. I've given them into Beast's custody, and am allowing myself two a day—which doesn't seem to be triggering my chocolate addiction, particularly. Not that I can taste them, of course. And I still haven't bought myself any chocolate this year. Go me!
We're watching Torchwood: Miracle Day every day at lunchtime. It's almost completely unlike the Torchwood of season one, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. I'm not surprised I haven't seen a lot of fannish comment about it, although the quantity of naked gay sex did surprise us both. I await with trepidation the resolution of the plot, having little faith in RTD's ability to make sense of it all at the end of the season.
I have a nasty cold, so my head is basically solid and I am, for the moment, a mouthbreather. Meh.
Fancake's theme for the next however long is going to be novel-length stories, which means I'm not going to be clicking on any links because I don't have any inclination to invest days reading a novel—quite probably a *mega* novel—about characters I don't recognise or feel any particular inclination to read a novel about. I've followed
fancake links to short stories which look intriguing, but novels? Meh.My cockbertbigbang story is meandering. I like it, but it's awfully self-indulgent, and there's no sign of them having any sex yet. Meh.
On the up side, went to Norwich yesterday and had lunch with the Brats. Bun drove very competently, although she is a bit nervous of parking, which is apparently a requirement of the test these days. She is actually pursuing possible employment, and even Boy is showing some inclination towards earning some money, which would certainly be nice. Bun gave me my Mother's Day present early, and it is a selection of excellent chocolates. I've given them into Beast's custody, and am allowing myself two a day—which doesn't seem to be triggering my chocolate addiction, particularly. Not that I can taste them, of course. And I still haven't bought myself any chocolate this year. Go me!
We're watching Torchwood: Miracle Day every day at lunchtime. It's almost completely unlike the Torchwood of season one, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. I'm not surprised I haven't seen a lot of fannish comment about it, although the quantity of naked gay sex did surprise us both. I await with trepidation the resolution of the plot, having little faith in RTD's ability to make sense of it all at the end of the season.