Avernus

But what the hey.

I taste like Menthol. I am refreshingly different; some people don't appreciate that. My sharp honesty gets up some people's noses, while others really enjoy it. I am something of an acquired taste. What Flavour Are You?

Heh. No.

Today I'm avoiding editing an extended essay (bad), writing Really Wrongfic (worse), and going to see both nee-sama and Ian Bostridge tomorrow (really Very, Very Good.) I think I probably ought to stop writing fic (better) (though H will probably look at me mournfully if I do. *sighs*), start editing essay (better still), then do some reading for *other* essay, and then I shall be able to bugger off to London tomorrow with Comparatively Clear Conscience (best).

Hence procrastination, obv.

Fandom stuff seems to be migrating vaguely in the direction of my livejournal, by the way, for those what might be interested. They may stay there, they may not, but at the moment I'm enjoying benefits of friend's pages, tags, memories and muchly icon-spammage for fan-related purposes. Only catching on to these benefits five or so years late, right?