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Still not ded. Only I slept for about four hours earlier and yet I'm still tired, so I should probably go to bed. Have to actually get up and do work all morning, given that I have a creative writing seminar and a meeting about my dissertation, neither of which I've done any work for yet. Except for buying Diana Wynne Jones's The Tough Guide to Fantasyland which is kind of not so much work as "using the dissertation as a convenient excuse". You think I chose fantasy novels to study on a whim? Hah. Five words: licence to buy awesome books.

My life resounds with dullness. Except I get to read Titus Andronicus for next week and, considering the first words I came across in the introduction were *mother-son cannabilism*, perhaps it's set to get more interesting.

edit: *Awesome*. I've been desperate to read this particular fic again but couldn't remember where I'd read it or found it recced... only to glance at my memories and find it right there. Um. Duh.

So I may have recced it before but I've actually watched a series and a half of SG: Atlantis now, so I feel a little more qualified when I say it's fantasic.

Freedom's Just Another Word For Nothing Left To Lose by synecdochic. Beautiful and heartbreaking and possibly my favourite Rodney *ever*. Possibly I love it for the university side or for the fact it made me late for a lecture AND cry back when I first read it or maybe just because it's one of the best things I've read. Ever.

Words don't do it justice, not even close. I'm so happy I actually remembered to memorise it all that time ago. ^___^

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Not likely to be around until Saturday, since I'll be in Manchester for the day tomorrow (twenty-first birthday present shopping. I'm not sure whether to be excited or depressed about how old it makes me feel) so no LJ. I should probably be asleep right now given that the fic I recced last entry kept me awake until 3am last night and I STILL CRIED even though I knew what it was about going in. Actually, I cried more. I'm turning into such a sap in my old age.

Had a fire alarm right as I got to the tense part of the latest Spooks episode earlier. NOT AMUSED. Ruined the moment a little, it must be said. Damned flat four and their stupid door-propping-openness. Ggrr. Not that I generally understand what goes on in Spooks anyway except to worry over Adam being such an idiot *all the time* but doesn't mean interrupting tense moments is any less annoying. At least I'd finished dinner. Eh. Silver linings.

Tired. Bed. Mmmm. Also, note to self: must see if I can restock on Oreos tomorrow. They have a giant food department at... Selfridges I think it was. I thought two boxes would last me at least half the term. Yeah, right. Like *that* was going to happen.

...Stupid awesome cookies.