"A Package From Sears&Roebuck That A Bride is Waiting For..."

Rosencrantz is a darling. Aww.

And Bossuet's being dreadful. He and Joly and Musichetta are absolutely splendid together.

Meanwhile, Nemo and Aronnax are still getting acquainted.

I love desperatefans far more than I have any right.

At any rate, things are marginally better now. I've got to do something to make up the exercise I've missed in the last two days, since yesterday I didn't make my evening exercise and this morning my alarm failed to go off with the result that I got up an hour late and missed my morning aerobics and calisthenics. Also missed breakfast, but have eaten now.

The scones all went, the white-chocolate eggs mostly, but the cocoanut macaroons there are still loads of. I wrapped one up for myself on Wednesday and the rest I shall take to work with me to-morrow and put in the break room.

I love Father Julian. He is the maddest, bounciest, most wonderful priest ever. <3 If only he weren't leaving us for a church in York! But he did the sermon on Thomas this week, which he made go something like this:

Jesus: Omg back from the dead!
Disciples: YAY!!!
Jesus: *has exited the chatroom*
Thomas: *has entered the chatroom* So, what did you guys do while I was out?
Disciples: OMG Jesus!
Thomas: Oh, please. I go away for one minute--
Disciples: OMG Jesus!
Thomas: Look, it's not Jesus unless I can poke him.
Jesus: Poke away, baby.
Thomas: AHHH! OMG!! JESUS!

Father Julian actually said the 'It's not Jesus unless I can poke him' part. While bouncing. Wearing Father Bill's vestments, which are all too big for him. I tell you, I love the man. <3

Perhaps to eat some vegetables now. I'm still so horridly tired, but have got far too much to do to-day, what with making up the exercise and everything. I kind of want it just to be over.

"Laissez le temps pour devenir..."

I have just eaten a slice of cantaloupe melon. With a spoon. A runcible spoon. Is not 'runcible' the most wonderful word ever? I thought so. Of course, cantaloupe isn't quince, but still. A melon with a runcible spoon. It's comparable. Hee. ^__^ Soujins are easily thrilled.

There is a beautiful golden-orange fire in the fireplace, while outside it is cold, and in a moment I'm going to begin Waen's Sawyer/Quatermain fic.

I love The Mystery of Edwin Drood! Neville is so squeeful. Of course, I have a soft spot for Rev. Crisparkle, because he is teh_yay. And Rose/Helena. I'm sorry. It's like spices and darkish rooms and very Oriental, but absolutely Rose/Helena.

Is this song in French? *blinks* erinpuff? It doesn't sound French. It sounds like Spanish--or Latin, bizarrely enough.

All right. I shall get to work now.

"A Dress of Calico for a Girl in Cocomo..."

Has been a really good day. ^___^ Yay.

To-morrow is Soup Day! And Friendly Hostility Day! And LJDQ Day, and Egg Day now too, and yes, I am happy with the prospects of such a day.

Oh--I should not mention it, as it's awfully vain, but right now? I am wearing a pair of Waen's old jeans. Erm. Yes. The jeans of my younger sister, who has always been thirty pounds smaller than I. And they fit. Actually, they're a little loose.

...Excuse me while I go die.

And desperatefans really has eaten my soul. And my innocence. Nearly had IM!sex with Joly except that I need to go because work to-morrow ackity.

Nemo and Aronnax are the most wonderful ever. If they do not manage to overcome their sillinesses and get together, I shall never have faith in anything ever again.

What can make this post worth something? Give me a moment.

...H'm. Well. I suppose I don't. But I am very happy and all's well, which is worth something to me, so I suppose it'll do. ^__^