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Still sick. Still totally over it. I haven't updated or replied to comments and so forth for ages because looking at the screen makes my brain hurt. Sorry folks, it doesn't mean I don't love you! I am sure I have missed all manner of awesome stuff on my flist and I shall never catch up and am doomed to be out of the loop forever and ever!
I have spent the last two weeks or something watching Angel and Smallville, because apparently looking at screens only hurts when there are words involved, and not pretty, pretty men. As a result I keep having these weird dreams about Christian Kane and Tom Welling. Christian Kane continues to try to make me his Bride of Darkness and Tom Welling tries to defeat him through pranks. At least my dreams have continuity, I guess. Last night Tom Welling tried to explode Christian Kane's car and Christian Kane counteracted by cackling evilly, all backlit by the flames.
That would probably make for an hilarious fic, come to think of it, if it wasn't for all those dastardly words.
I'd let you all know about the exciting things happening in my life, like all the fancy pills I've been taking and treatment plans and whatnot, only, you know, boring, and the words are swimmy and I'm now kind of stuck on this Christian Kane/Tom Welling image in my brain and can't seem to get past it. When I'm feeling less head-explodey I shall post all about my marvellous insights on seasons 1-3 of Angel and Smallville. I bet you just can't wait.
I have spent the last two weeks or something watching Angel and Smallville, because apparently looking at screens only hurts when there are words involved, and not pretty, pretty men. As a result I keep having these weird dreams about Christian Kane and Tom Welling. Christian Kane continues to try to make me his Bride of Darkness and Tom Welling tries to defeat him through pranks. At least my dreams have continuity, I guess. Last night Tom Welling tried to explode Christian Kane's car and Christian Kane counteracted by cackling evilly, all backlit by the flames.
That would probably make for an hilarious fic, come to think of it, if it wasn't for all those dastardly words.
I'd let you all know about the exciting things happening in my life, like all the fancy pills I've been taking and treatment plans and whatnot, only, you know, boring, and the words are swimmy and I'm now kind of stuck on this Christian Kane/Tom Welling image in my brain and can't seem to get past it. When I'm feeling less head-explodey I shall post all about my marvellous insights on seasons 1-3 of Angel and Smallville. I bet you just can't wait.
