Ishmael Dreaming

 The week has been a bit ...meh. It kinda got away from me? I don't have anything much to show for it. Oops.

I am officially over this "having the house to myself" lark. I miss human interaction. And having a parental unit cook and stuff. I fail at looking after myself. But, moving on. Drawing a line under that. Soon, the house will be shared with another humanoid again, and then it's going to be crazy just go go go for a month or so, what with Hay and France bookending interning (did I mention I'm going back to intern some more? I am) so if I had any sense or motivation, I'd be spending as much time as I can appreciating that my tutees have now in fact reached their exams, so that work has come to a close, and I have literally no reason to not be writing writing writing at the moment.

Yeah... as if that is happening. 

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My current obsession with TSN fandom continues apace. Also, seriously in love with Jesse Eisenberg right now. Like, a lot. A LOT. I understand that I was previously focussing on Andrew Garfield intellectually, and that initially I appreciated Jesse and thought he was cool but not the main event, but that seems LIKE UTTER MADNESS NOW. Don't get me wrong. I still love Andrew Garfield, borderline hipster, friend of Matt Smith afpihjgiusfv possesser of a very beautiful face and soul and oh so much talent and everything etc etc. But seriously people. JESSE EISENBERG. GAH. He is just utterly exquisite. Like an extremely beautiful masterpiece of dorky, nervous art. So yeah. LOVE.

I'm still technically writing TSN fic, but I got a bit back into the original stuff again, so realistically I'm not gonna produce until summer I expect. *shrugs*