I just wanted to thank everyone who contributed comments to my three-word tea post. Sadly, I can't really be fucked to answer all twelve comments individually, but let it be known that all the various details, poems, noises of agreement and dissent etc, were much appreciated.

I would also like to wish a very happy birthday to _peapod! :)

As you were.

Well, I'm here. Posting. Every day. Sadly, I have nothing at all to say, but that's the risk you run with Post Every Day Week.

I didn't even have breakfast. Only tea. Having breakfast is beyond my capabilities as a human being, sadly. I don't know how you breakfast-eaters manage it.

Things that happened today included me breaking three nails all at once opening the freezer lid.

The weather is being cold and strange.

That's all. I'll be back tomorrow.

Today is already crappier than yesterday. My desktop seems to have suffered some sort of catastrophic failure, and I have tea all over my leg. I refuse to change my trousers because these are the only work-suitable ones that really fit. I maintain that all these things are due to it not being my birthday any more.

I want to smash something. Only in a very vague sort of way, obviously. And then, you know, smashing stuff invariably leads to having to clean stuff up, doesn't it? Hm. Maybe I'll have a cup of tea instead. I dunno. Do I really want tea?

See, this is the sort of mood I'm in tonight.

*waves to lazlet*

If in doubt about anything, ever, my advice to you is: talk to lazlet. In fact that's my advice even if you're not in doubt about anything. But particularly I would advise talking to her before you throw quite a lot of money down the flippin' drain.

Oh, good thing though: I saw a shelduck the other week. It was quite close up and it eyed me with its eyes. No one managed to get a picture of it though, which is rather a shame. But I got pictures of seals! That's good, isn't it?

I'm not at all sure I can write any more. This is a right bugger.

I have got a headache.

Everything is stupid. Grrr.

*puts on wolf suit*

Oh, I'm faffing. Off to London in a bit to meet with some of the lovely peoples. YAY! But just at the moment I don't know what to do with myself. I keep changing my outfit every time the sun goes in. I think I'll have a cup of tea.

Ah, that's better. Got me tea.

Right, so, in the interests of the cleaning out of closets, I thought I'd post some bits of fic what are never going to get finished. Because ... I feel like it. Not because I'm slightly worried I might never write anything again, and I'm desperately clinging to the tattered shreds of the old posting-fic-on-lj-and-getting-feedback lifestyle to which I'd become accustomed, like some sort of latter-day slashy Norma Desmond. No. That's not the reason at all. I don't expect anyone to be particularly interested - it's hardly what I'd call satisfying reading - but well, it's here if you want it. Maybe it'd be good for people with very limited concentration spans, seeing as how some of it's less than a paragraph long.

( Bits of fic )

Now I'll be going, as I've got to have some lunch before I go off to London to meet the lovely peoples and probably along the way acquire some book or other ... I forget the name. After I've read it I intend to post the entire plot in great detail for you all.

Oh, I'm kidding. Cuh! You lot! Eh? Tch! I mean ... as if! I'm far too lazy to post anything about it at all, even behind a cut.

On Thursday last, I (along with several others) was pleased to dine at the residence of the redoubtable clara_swift and family, where I witnessed the remarkable ability of the younger Master Swift to turn his ears inside out, so resembling those of an elf. We later played parlour games, and I failed miserably at a fiendish amusement in which the players are required to match famous actors up according to the moving pictures in which they have acted together. (This despite the kind efforts of the elder Master Swift and the lovely Miss Swift, who read out the answers to me from under the table). My team, however, later proved the victors when it came to Trivial Pursuit (children's version). Indeed, the Swifts are most excellent hosts, and I must thank them for a very delightful evening.

Then, just yesterday, it was my pleasure to receive into my humble abode the ever-charming lobelia321, along with the elder Master Sackville-Baggins. We lunched on the patio, due to the clemency of the weather, and the conversation proved lively and amusing. Later, we visited a famed example of local architecture, drank coffee at a rather questionable establishment, and accidentally went on an unplanned tour of the outlying areas of the town, for which example of my regrettable woolly-headedness I must once again apologise to the lady in question, whose excellent company it was my honour to entertain for the day.

[/early nineteenth century]

I have signed up for this two lines challenge thingy. Maybe this will spur me into actually finishing something. Just lately, I seem to have fallen into this trap of having an apparently brilliant-wow-genius idea, writing a page/paragraph/sentence (the actual amount written is getting increasingly smaller) and then having another brilliant-wow-genius idea, which this time is really brilliant, no it is, not like that last one which turns out, now I think about it, to be rubbish, and must therefore be abandoned in disgust. Almost all the ideas seem to be for weird historical AUs, or pointless spoofs, or hopeless origfic.

*beats up own brain*

Ah, well. Such is life. Farewell, friends. I go, with trepidation, to the word-processing application. But maybe I'll just have another cup of tea first. Or, I need to make some icons. And there's some ironing that needs doing...

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

( If People Disapprove Of You )