"Kiss Me Goodbye - Defying Gravity!"

Comforted by the fact that I have not missed the Flower Show after all. It's on Thursday, so I can go.

Should be doing Renaissance history, but the book is missing and da' is golfing until 15:00. Alas.

So I am fumbling rather helplessly with the fic of doom. My Ayrton is angsty, my Cyrus is weird, my Pencroff is impossible. Only my Gideon seems to be slightly IC. I actually rather like him, which probably means he's the most off. Alas. All is alas.

Not really, though. It's just hard narrating events that already happened in the book without taking the dialogue word for word when Jules Verne already puts it so well. Also, in this illustration, Pencroff and Ayrton are standing in the canoe together looking absolutely adorable and clearly about to snog madly, except that Bob Harvey's bloody head is floating in the water nearby.

What kind of a pirate name is Bob Harvey, anyway? -_-

"His Story Isn't Mine, But He's As Much Alone As Me..."

...

Went to Dr. Viktorrr for my checkup re the toenail. Well, the left one is healing perfectly and actually growing out too, which is really really good, BUT.

The other toenail is infected. >_< I am to put Silver Sulfadine on it and bathe it in a Sadine soak twice daily. If this doesn't help, he's going to remove it.

Damnation, can't the Powers That Be even make half an effort here?

On the bright side, large scale tomato production to-day. We're making sauce in humongous gloopy pots of magenta pulp. Is crazily, randomly fun.

"My Wildest Dreamings Could Not Foresee..."

Mmkay. Tomato sauce? Is one of the loveliest-smelling large-scale productions we do. It's even better than corn.

The house is still smelling of it, and the big bubbling pots are still on the stove. I will, of course, stick to my diet. >_> But yay! Tomato sauce! Not big, sticky pans of over-dried tomatoes, which are nasty to the eighth power.

Am not satisfied with my Cosette/Eponine so, rather than make like a Suethor, am going to keep it back another day and look over it. Feel this can only be right.

*pause*

Ummm tomato sauce! ^___________^

"One Question Haunts and Hurts..."

Requested by gileonnen. Nemo/Aronnax.

Notes: Companion-fic to Why, the Night Gone By, in a very big way. In fact, if you've read that, this may seem surprisingly familiar. :)

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