"But We're As Cold As Yesterday's Mashed Potatoes..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

...And starting to-day, Christmas is no longer offencive. When I'm home from work, I'll post.

I have far too much to do to-day, and quite nothing interesting to say. Alas, etc.

Only I'm going to rent Hamlet from the library to-day, and promised to watch Kiss me Kate with Da', and Mum and Waen are away; they've gone to their pretentious horse festival in Philadelphia. ^_~ They won't be back until to-morrow. This mostly translates as me being able to be online to-night until essentially five o'clock, whee. Also that I can listen to all the music Waen hates.

And now I must get off and shelve, and start making lists of everything I've got to do, so I don't forget--

But I'm still very happy, you know. Feeling a lot better to-day than I have been at other times this week. I've got some things sorted out. (Also, I've found I can wear a dress I bought in July. That's always nice, isn't it? It's very pretty--it's got ruffles. and pockets.)

--Work.

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[bewareofitalics]

(Oh, I've definitely told you about that one. *g* Way back when I first started Twelfth Night, I think. I was thinking about how Ophelia and Olivia both lost their father and brother, and then I decided that Ophelia didn't really drown, she just floated to Illyria [...or maybe got on a ship at some point], which was actually her home. She was expecting Laertes to join her, but obviously, he didn't, so she went into mourning. And changed her name. Er.)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

(...Whose body, then?)

[bewareofitalics]

(...Kit's?)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

(...Kit says he doesn't want anybody jumping in his grave, thanks.)

[bewareofitalics]

(...fine then, spoil my theory!)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

(Muahaha.)