sheldrake

Forced myself to go out in the snow today and bumble around Marks and Spencers like an idiot. I could so easily become a recluse, given the chance.

Have resurrected my blog as what I can only describe as a place for typing practice. I've decided to pick random words out of the dictionary and just sort of... see what happens. Who would have thought that the word 'negotiable' would lead to a load of sub-Lady Chatterly gamekeeper-bilge? (Yes, that is a recognized term). I blame Sean.

Incurred a nasty finger injury yesterday, which means that, what with the plaster I've strapped onto it, I'm constantly pointing at people without meaning to. Also, is difficult to type. And I think I'm getting a cold, although that has nothing to do with anything.

Can someone please tell me why I had a dream last night in which Clark and Lex performed an elaborate and slightly camp song and dance number for my viewing pleasure?
*wails*
I don't even watch Smallville! It's not even on here at the moment!

Fandom is slowly doing my head in.

...read this, and then have a nice cup of tea:

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