I keep doing this. I must be crazy. Or deranged. Or just adore really good slash too much.

I said 'no un-necessary internet'.

So why am I sitting here at 4am, engrossed in mistful's Underwater Light? I just almost had a heart attack when the chapter fourteen link refused to work and it was only hasty google-ing for it and lucky chance that saved me from choking to death from a severe case of shock.

There are BIRDS singing outside my window.

WHY MUST YOU PEOPLE WRITE SUCH GOOD FANFICTION?

Aw hell, at least I'm not going anywhere tomorrow. I can revise Greek Comedy half asleep.

Jesus. BIRDS OUTSIDE MY WINDOW.