*sighs at self*

Underneath is just... ggggrrrr at the moment. I can't decide whether it's getting too plot-heavy for its own story, since the plot was just meant to be something light to keep it flowing between the smut. I'm working on it and it's always getting longer but not tonight. Which is frustrating because I haven't posted fic in too long but I'm just trying to catch up on the backlog right now. -_- Once I've had a few more days to get everything in working order again, should be able to start posting. Think I'm out of practice, that and I keep getting sleepy too early.

This year has finally caught up with me I think. So much for surviving on five hours sleep a night. *yawns*

Okay. Tomorrow, think organished. *plots*

Clo

Dance like nobody's watching...

Razorlight is bad for my self-esteem. It makes me want to dance around the room.

Considering the way I dance, this is not a good thing.

Have I mentioned before that we have giant holes in the pavements all the way up and down our road? I can't remember, but we do. Apparently the workmen are doing work on the gas mains but really, I think they're doing it just to get to use the street as their sandpit. Thankfully they filled most of the holes in the pavement by our driveway in yesterday and I never fell in any of them... but there's still a giant one in our front garden. I'm surprised Casper hasn't got stuck down it yet. I just wish they'd hurry up and finish it all because our entire street is in a carnage of barriers, broken concrete and trucks right now. -_- We are not amused.

Was idly flicking channels earlier because the Wimbledon coverage was just Sue Barker stalling during the rain delay, only to turn back and find I'd literally just missed her interviewing Roger. Again, not amused. Swore at the TV for a while before they started to show a documentary on past champions that was quite interesting and I forgave them. A little bit. I wanted to see Roger dammit! *wails*

Have not finished unpacking. In fact, have done nothing all day really. I really need to get out of the 'lazy student' mode and into actually doing some work.

Yes, this was an 'I am still alive' post, since I had nothing really interesting to say. :)

Clo

Okay. Yeah. This is just silly now.

I am superstitious, I will freely admit this. I refuse to pass people on the stairs most times, I worry when I can only see one magpie and I *touch wood* countless times a day.

However Dido's My Lover's Gone coming up on my playlist and suddenly deciding it's too sad, and if I listen to it all the way through before the men's Wimbledon semi-finals tomorrow then Andy will lose? Is getting beyond ridiculous.

However knowing that I am being ridiculous isn't making me any less worried about watching his match after apparently jinxing him every time I started watching the other day. I'm torn between watching and hiding until it's over.

Bloody hell. They should make pills for this.

Clo