Dreams

I had a dream that I accidentally drove to NYC in a gas truck with my friend veelawebmaster. At one point we had to drove down into the city, and it was DOWN like, straight down, vertical hill, and my friend was extremely worried about driving a truck full of gas down the hill. I thought she was being overly cautious. I mean, what's the worst that could happen, right? So the truck rolls over and explodes. BIG DEAL!

So we get to NYC and I am DESPERATELY trying to call epicyclical and ali_wildgoose. But I realize suddenly that I didn't bring their number. We have broken into someone's house in order to use their phone/computer to try and locate my friends. For some reason driving in a gas truck has made my friend and I very dirty, but when the police arrive there're only there to dust the bookshelves and don't seem to have a problem with us using someone's phone/computer. They were on vacation, who cares?

So I used lj to send Cassie a text message. "CASSIE! AM IN NYC!!!!11!!!" And then I woke up.

*faints*

*reads DV11 even though I have to much else to be reading*

*gasps*

*dies*

*offers herself body and soul to Cassie has a Hanukah present*

Since the dawn of time...

I took a shower. I read DV11 and DIED A SLOW DEATH. And then I picked up the next paper to mark, which starts: "In today's society..." and laughed myself silly.

Ah it's one of those days.

Shame shame shame

Alright, I must confess. I am addicted to a fic. And...it's housed at...*winces* ff.net. I know I know, I swore I wouldn't go back there, and you know, I mostly haven't, but this is like smoking, I needed a fix, and I was looking at all the CRAP over there a little while ago, and I wanted a break from the marking and...

So yeah. Okay. So I'm addicted to this fic. It's called Seeker to Seeker. I don't know the writer, but if you do, let me know. I really like it. It's so freaking brutal I wince for them. Harry and Draco dare each other to to catch a snidget, and the loser has to...well. I think you can guess. And they don't stop, no no. They keep going at it. And it's BRUTAL. Like, PAINFUL. But they keep going.

And I'm totally addicted to it. *weeps big salty tears*

I suggest you all read it, because I want everyone else to be with me in this sick sad obsession. That way I won't be so lonely in hell.

http://fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1062534