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moments of happy
+ The majority of my physical Christmas shopping is done! Soon I will WRAP them and set them under the TREE and -- I really love the evergreens and shining lights and finding gifts and drinking delicious spiked cocoa on Christmas morning with my mother; I am ridiculously overfull of holiday spirit.
+ ...most of my giftfics are still in their embryonic stages, but my absurd Marauders polyfic (15,000 words and counting, I am starting to think I am actually psychologically incapable of short things) has finally come to the point at which everyone is sitting down and talking logistics and there might even be sex somewhere in the next five to ten pages! (I am starting to think that this story has to end in some kind of AU, because Lily teaches Remus how to not get a girl pregnant with the exciting application of Muggle prophylactics, and everyone learns good lessons about proper communication and not switching Secret Keepers at the last moment or anything like that.) In any case, perhaps it will soon be done and no longer bewilderingly consuming my life.
+ My friend Chris just gave me a call (which I missed due to aforementioned Christmas shopping) to wish me a cryogenically frozen happy birthday, to be thawed at the end of the month on the advent of me getting older. I laughed like a hyena, and then saved the message, to listen to again on the 27th.
+ There is a plot brewing amongst various of my Dragon*Con buddies to have a drunken communal watching of Stonehenge Apocalypse. Now that I kind of care about Misha's face, and also now that I have some fangirls with which to watch it, my brain is going "is it D*C yet is it D*C yet let's watch it NOW!" It'll keep, brain. It will still be horrible next September.
+ I'm also just delighted that I am delighted. Fuck this Northern Hemisphere early darkness, I'm going to light this place right up.
+ ...most of my giftfics are still in their embryonic stages, but my absurd Marauders polyfic (15,000 words and counting, I am starting to think I am actually psychologically incapable of short things) has finally come to the point at which everyone is sitting down and talking logistics and there might even be sex somewhere in the next five to ten pages! (I am starting to think that this story has to end in some kind of AU, because Lily teaches Remus how to not get a girl pregnant with the exciting application of Muggle prophylactics, and everyone learns good lessons about proper communication and not switching Secret Keepers at the last moment or anything like that.) In any case, perhaps it will soon be done and no longer bewilderingly consuming my life.
+ My friend Chris just gave me a call (which I missed due to aforementioned Christmas shopping) to wish me a cryogenically frozen happy birthday, to be thawed at the end of the month on the advent of me getting older. I laughed like a hyena, and then saved the message, to listen to again on the 27th.
+ There is a plot brewing amongst various of my Dragon*Con buddies to have a drunken communal watching of Stonehenge Apocalypse. Now that I kind of care about Misha's face, and also now that I have some fangirls with which to watch it, my brain is going "is it D*C yet is it D*C yet let's watch it NOW!" It'll keep, brain. It will still be horrible next September.
+ I'm also just delighted that I am delighted. Fuck this Northern Hemisphere early darkness, I'm going to light this place right up.