"This Increasing Isolation Only Adds To Your Frustration..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

To-day was eventful and yet uneventful. And I've learned that one cannot walk in a leg brace. It took me half an hour to get to the barn and back.

So I played piano a lot today. >_>

And I reproduce this conversation for a progress report on the Chess Fic of Doom:

AmiboshiRein: And I shall hate chess with a passion by the time I finish this fic.
MamselleManon: Ick. *comforts*
AmiboshiRein: I've drawn, like, fifty diagrams by now of chess boards.
MamselleManon: eep
AmiboshiRein: And I don't want to end with Javert's suicide. I have an aversion to that.
AmiboshiRein: Okay, fine. I can't write Javert. That's why the fic is killing me.
MamselleManon: meep. I don't blame you.
MamselleManon: *laughs* You too?
AmiboshiRein: I caaaaan't!
AmiboshiRein: Like, there are really really really special people in this world. I think there are three. They can write Javert.
MamselleManon: *grins* It's true.
MamselleManon: He's difficult.
AmiboshiRein: He's impossible. *sulks and throws a chess piece at him*
MamselleManon: *pokes him*
AmiboshiRein: *runs away and hides when the chess piece hits figment!Javert in the head and bounces off*

It's going very slowly. Very slowly. So annoying. Why did I offer to take that commission, I ask, why?

Lastly, 'I, Claudius' is becoming an increasingly sordid tale. I still can't bear Caligula. And I adore Claudius. He's the sweetest thing.

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[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Oh, okay. I must read that, then. *nods firmly*