"And I Am Waking Every Morning Filled With Such Anticipation..."

Great bloody hell of the blood &c.

Very well. To-day was fairly decent. Working on Cosette/Eponine, having abandoned half-finished Fantine/Dahlia for the time being. Am not usually this distracted; odd.

I can't be coherent, I don't think.

Waen has convinced me to read From the Earth to the Moon, and mmebahorel to read Patrick o'Brian, and I've still got Wicked coming in from the library along with Mrs. Dalloway. My survival bag is filled with all my favourite books, including Around the World in Eighty Days and Frankenstein and Dracula and Diana Wynne Jones, who totally doesn't fit in, but you know.

Waen is drawing me a series of comics called The Sad Truth, in which obscure literature characters mourn their fate. There is Cosette, of course, and Lucy (complaining that everyone always pretends she's Mina), and Hamlet (sulking because everyone makes such a big deal out of his 'to be or not to be' line) and the Frankenstein Monster (telling everyone to shut up and stop whining, because he gets the worst of it every single time hands down ever since Boris Karloff), and Edgar Allen Poe (ranting because Jules Verne finished one of his books). It makes me very happy, but it's not done yet, and we're still looking for books to get added to it. Scarlet Pimpernel and Phantom are on the list; but any suggestions, you all?

Da' watched Hang 'Em High to-night. Clint Eastwood rather adorable, but the soundtrack clearly on drugs. Needing to get over itself v. badly. >_

"Here Upon These Stones We Will Build Our Barricade..."

Da's birthday on Thursday. Shall have to get started on his cake rather soon, and OMG O_O Have to order his birthday present! Or it's never going to come! Ahhh!

Righty. Better do that early to-morrow morning, then.

Still, v. excited about the cake. Mum bought the Tia Maria and seven packages of chocolate and I can't wait to start yayyyy! ^_____^ Cake makes everything better, even if I can't eat it. I like watching other people eat it.

Which is why I wish I had more people to make cake for, demmit! Everyone lives too far away (even you, sparklychibi. Mum would not drive me all the way over to your place solely to deliver cake, evil as that is of her)!

Feh. Cake cake cake.

Also, a lot of people were born of September 23. I wonder why.