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For all of you that gave out good vibes & love for my fluffyface to get well,

♥

He's doing so much better after an overnight stay at the kitty-only clinic & on his new medicines. He's meowing & sitting in laps & purring all like he used to & I can't even begin to describe how much this means to me. My fluffy is okay! ::twirls him::

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I finished Sherlock!

sonicbookmark said I would just adore it & o, how I did! I was delightfully shaky with adrenaline & total YAY afterwards, then promptly spammed at Twitter with my YAY. (I'm only partially sorry, darlings; my joy is always hard to contain!) Alas, the used bookshop did not have series one, so I'll have to go downtown after work tomorrow to get it.

O, Sherlock is just lovely. I want to watch it all winter with tea. ♥

Perhaps that was the reason I was so sparklingly happy today - happy like I haven't been in so very long. I wanted to dance & sing & twirl about on the sidewalks & just behave like a little ray of sparkle on an autumn afternoon. Or perhaps it was because it had rained all night & into the afternoon & looked just perfect outside - full of clouds & sun in the sky & lots of glittery pools of water under that. It looked like a true, memorable day for me - it's hard to describe, since what I'm holding it against is really just inside my mind & most likely in no one else's, but what it was is so close to what's inside my mind that it was . . . it made me feel right on the inside, like how I always used to feel.

My joy was so strong that I almost cried at one point. I had no reason to do so; other than being just so happy. It felt odd, but it didn't particularly dent my euphoria.

Eventually, my almost mad happiness wore off & I began to feel more on an even plane of emotion, surprisingly, after I arrived at the bookshop. I went in search of tea books for research in writing (there were far too many people in the cookery section & it made it hard to breathe, really) & spent an hour or more wandering around the shop, just to look at all of the books.

I wandered into what they call the Granny Smith room, where I haven't really explored before - it's where the histories, linguistics, philosopies, anthropologies, mythologies & criticisms are held, but I might have left out a few there. It felt very different from the rest of the shop, I must say. It felt quieter, older, & . . . o, this is mad & quite silly, I know - the words in the room were just so palpable, somehow. I could feel them, truly, I could!

I just . . . I wanted to wander there forever, though it wasn't a very big room. But if I could have wandered through there forever, just sucking in all of those words on the air, I would have been satisfied.

O, books. ♥ All of those delicious, new, tangly balls of words . . . ♥

I'm sorry for the slight disjointedness of this post, but I did want to update to at least mention how Austin's doing & to say hallo. I actually have lots of things to pontificate on at some point, but when I'll actually do so, I've not a clue. But Austin & I are doing well & everyone's happy that he's back to his old self, especially me.

I think we've been in here a bit too long. I feel disjointed

O, today was a splendid day, for so many little reasons! Yes, little reasons, my darlings. Perfect petit fours of reason!

But first, I shall update you on my dinner last night!

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Anyway. today!

Today, I practised a bit of Withnail fashion, & save for my shoes (o, even my blue satin flats failed me, at least in my opinion!), I think I accomplished it damn well! & I found the delights & singular trouble of wearing a cravat - they're wonderfully easy to get used to, but if your bra strap starts falling down, you're a bit screwed, as you're all buttoned up & can't pull it up very easily! But other than that, it was a joy!

I swear, I'll bring it back, people. Just watch!

(& yes, the fashion influence & style post will come tomorrow, since it's so late here now!)

I've also started getting all of the Six & Charley audios currently available - I have The Condemned, The Doomwood Curse & The Return of the Krotons so far & The Brotherhood of the Daleks is next. Yes, I haven't finished the Eight&Charley audios yet, but I want to be prepared. & I love my Charley! ~~Which is why I'm braving Six audios for her! There's little I wouldn't brave for my favourite Edwardian adventuress, you know.~~

& o, I saw the most amusing thing whilst I was on my way to the bus stop! I left the bookshop & the first thing I saw in front of me was a little Asian woman carrying two live chickens in a little rolling backpack behind her. Live chickens! Their heads were moving & everything!

& the first thing that came to mind?

'Eat it? Fucker's alive!'

I started giggling a bit & got rather amused looks from the two men in front of me. I couldn't help it! & on the day I'm in Withnail fashion & all, down to my flappy coat & I see two live chickens in a sack right in front of me! What are the odds of that happening on that particular day, sweetlings, I ask you honestly!

Therapy went nicely today - my therapist surprised me with a little bouquet of purple irises for my birthday!! She said she wanted to get me ' a little something, since it's a big birthday for me'. How sweet was that of her? I was really very touched.

& purple! My favourite colour! (or one of them, rather, but yay purple!)

I also had good news from my mummy about the kitty's trip to the vet today. She said they told her that he was the bravest, kindest & most well behaved boy all through his tests. I was so happy to hear that!

Anyway, they did the tests & we should have the results in a few days. I am a little nervous, but I'm trying not to think about it. I'm just glad my fluffything didn't maul anyone at the vet's! (though I wouldn't totally have blamed him - he couldn't eat before his tests, so Mother couldn't feed him this morning, then he got stuffed in a box & taken on the bus. Lesser kitties might have become vicious upon release! But we raised a good kitty. ::nods::)

& upon looking at the clock, my birthday is officially in twenty-four hours now. Nervous, yes, but I'm just trying to not think on it, as with kitteh's test results.

I wonder what the weather will be like tomorrow. I'd like to try my hand at a bit of Eight-esque fashion (I really liked the cravat! What can I say?), but I have no decent waistcoat. (I actually don't like them, but I'm going to look about & try to be more open-minded about them. My mother made me wear really ugly ones when I was a girl & ever since then, I've hated them.) Perhaps I'll try & find a decent one downtown this weekend, even though I can't spend very much money.

Mother wasn't feeling well earlier, so I think I'll check up on her in a bit. Nothing serious, she just said she had a fuzziness in her head. I rather hope she didn't pick something up; I don't want to be sick either. Never mind, she's in bed now.

& also, my brain, or certain muses-that-have-no-proper-name-but-shall-remain-nameless-nevertheless really need to stop hanging Zagreus/Charley ideas in front of me. I'm really trying not to write that & I still keep getting ideas! O! My mind & certain muses stuffed with anti-time are just infuriating at times, really!

Edit: A few days old, but FUCK, MAN, THE LOLZ.

Violence and Controversy Mar Groundhog Day

(fuck the 'official ceremonies', cherryblossom trees are exploding into pink bombs here in the city & trees are getting leaves. To me, THAT'S EARLY SPRING!)

& something smells like it's burning in my room . . . but nothing's on fire & I don't have any candles or incense lit. WHUT.

I think we've been in here a bit too long. I feel excited
listening to Bif Naked ♦ Tango Shoes

Hmm.

There's a particular scene in Withnail & I, where (for those of you who haven't seen it, & if you haven't you SHOULD!) Marwood's in his dark little room in the cottage, scared to death that Withnail's Uncle Monty's going to break down his door and, well . . . attempt to have his very unwanted way with him.

& EVERY SINGLE TIME I SEE THIS SCENE, right off, I start saying 'Zagreus sits inside your head, Zagreus lives among the dead. Zagreus sees you in your bed . . . AND EATS YOU WHEN YOU'RE SLEEPING!'*

I'm not sure if that's a facepalm moment, but I don't think there will ever be a time when I see that scene & I don't start saying that.

WHAT? IT'S FUNNY. & if you've seen Withnail & I & heard the Neverland/Zagreus audios, it's even funnier, that scene.

(Frak, now that I've said that, I'm tempted to write Withnail & Marwood as Fob!Watched!Eight & Alt!Nine, even though I've never seen Scream of the Shalka. But I want to!)

Also, what the fuck is this - part three of the Sarah/Romana/Eight four-parter is up to twenty-three pages. Twenty-three! & Eight hasn't even found out anything vaguely interesting yet! (though he got a bit tipsy in the middle & passed out on the TARDIS floor from sheer exhaustion in the beginning.)

::facepalms::

EDITING, MY DEAR, EDITING. LOTS OF IT.

*I'm fairly sure that's how it goes, but for Chrissakes, that poem & the Zagreus audio both freak me the fuck out that I can't even try & remember the whole thing because I'll start getting all spooked out. But damn, I fucking love that audio like nobody's business.

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Since I last posted, I have:

♥ acquired a few early birthday presents, those being art scraps & such for my various projects, a fountain pen with two bottles of ink & what I wanted most for my birthday: a typewriter. It's a grey Remington Fleetwing & only cost fifty dollars, much less than what my mother was expecting it to be. The sad news about all of that is I only got all of it because my favourite stationary shop was closing its doors permanently. I found out the week before & when I saw the sign, I really almost did start crying.

I adored that shop - it wasn't any ordinary stationary shop by any means. The nice lady who owned it kept a huge kitty in the window, sold typewriters that she bought & repaired herself, & sold so many adorable, strange & for me, very useful bits & bobs like French perfume stickers, cute Japanese glue containers, disturbing pages from old medical books, old fabric remnants & all sorts of things I loved. I went in there quite a few times for my art supplies & I wanted to take

laii up there when she came up in March. In fact, I wouldn't have my typewriter at all if it hadn't had its final sale this weekend - Mother waits to buy all my birthday gifts the week of my birthday, apparently, but she let me have these early for obvious reasons.

Anyway, my pride & joy, my typewriter. I've yet to name it, oddly enough. I'm leaning toward Marwood, actually, in honour of the Underwood typewriters which she also used to sell in her shop & of course, as an homage to one of my favourite films, which actually features a typewriter in one shot. But I keep calling it 'old girl' at the same time. (I was pulling it/him/her out of the case & was saying, 'Steady old girl, don't break on me now') But I have no girl's name I particularly like right now.

Hmm. I do like Marwood for my typewriter a lot, really. But I'll give it some more thought.

♥ fallen in love with the band Chameleon Circuit, thanks to

bornbackwards. THEY ARE AWESOME. ::nods::

♥ been informed that my kitty is doing well, save for his mouth, of course, & that he's gained a pound since his last visit, which was good news, according to the vet who saw him. He'll have to go back for some blood work soon & then the surgery for his teeth will be scheduled.

I'm still a little stressed about the surgery. He's six, which I know (thanks to everyone who gave me some calming words & hugs when all of this began!) isn't old, but still - there's always the possibility that something could happen & I'm just panicky over the idea of anything happening to my cat. I wouldn't want to have surgery of any sort myself, so it'll be so much more worse for my baby. But his mouth is so horribly infected that he needs the surgery; he can't go without it.

& I'm concerned about the blood work. They told us when we first took him to be seen about his mouth that there is the possibility that he could have developed feline AIDS, even though he tested negative as a kitten. & from you bunnies, I know that even if he does have it, he'll still be able to live & have a good life, but at the same time, I'm scared sick just at the idea that he could have it.

♥ bought Mummy's birthday gift & card. Her birthday's three days before mine, which is both interesting & embarrassing for me personally, because that means when I was going to be born, she was already in the hospital, waiting for me to come into the world. (& to top it off, I was two weeks late & kicked her at six on the morning I was born. I actually feel really fucking guilty for causing her that much trouble & ruining her birthday before I was even born. I mean, if that doesn't mark me out as the lowest scum of this planet, what does?) So I always feel a little guilty about that. Birthdays should be fun & should be spent with people you like, doing things you want! Not stuck in hospital, waiting for your overdue, already lazy baby to make her way out into the world.

♥ went back to my Master moodtheme. The Paris one was lovely, but I want the Master right now. Actually, I'm using this one until I finish uploading the animated Life on Mars moodtheme I came across.

Speaking of moodthemes, I should practise cap colouring (ugh, do not want) so I can make a Withnail & I one. Those caps are insanely dark & sombre, so I have to try & colour them a bit.

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I think I've learned the secret - or my personal secret, anyway - to writing in my paper diary. I write in it not everyday, but when I truly have something to say, or something to think about. To me, that is what my diary is about - not feeling obligated to talk about every little thing I do every day, but a place to write about what I don't write here, & to think about things for myself. Stuff like that.

Also, I adore writing with a fountain pen. Down with ballpoints, up with fountain pens!! (gel pens, especially sparkly ones, however, & rollerball pens are exempt from this statement, mind you.) & filling it is a lot easier than I thought it would be.

(&? I love my fingers being stained with ink. I really do, for some reason.)

It's almost three in the morning here, but I think I'm going to go back to working on the epic Sarah/Romana/Eight. It seems to have become my . . . my, what I do not know, actually. Preoccupation? Nah, too strong. Pastime? Nah, too weak. Project? Alright, that's a winner! We'll go with that - my project! (also, sleep wastes my time! I could be writing instead of sleeping!)

(it's the first thing I'm working on for

getyourwordsout - I'm not giving up. No way. I can & am a lot of things, but this time, for this challenge I've signed myself up for - I'm not going to be a quitter. As Two would say, I'm staying on & fighting on!)

I think we've been in here a bit too long. I feel creative
listening to Scissor Sisters ♦ Tits On the Radio

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