On a scale of fish, you're a parrot.

Room sortage has -- finally, after being purposefully distracted for most of the day by every book on my bookcase -- reached the 'Carnage' stage. Floor and bed are covered with paper, folders and sketchpads (for someone who can't draw that well, I have a lot of art stuff. Sketchpads, watercolours, acrylics, expensive pencils, varnishes - it makes me feel guilty for not putting more effort into it.)I've done the easy part, namely emptying them all out and making a chaotic mess. Now I'm putting off the difficult part of sorting said mess out. Which will totally get done soon. Really. Only, we're going on a treasure hunt in an hour so maybe it'll have to wait. What a shame.

I did find ( some of my useless attempts to sketch Roger from last year )

I might've posted them already but was amused enough to post them again. I should not draw people. They have too many irritating curves.

Want sleep. Staying up 'til 4am seems like a great idea when you're re-reading Underwater Light and want to finish but no, be not tempted into missing sleep because the next day will suck.

That said, I found folders of fic I'd printed off over the years at the back of the cupboard. Intergalactic Medley is in there and much ancient fic 'd forgotten.

...Who needs sleep anyway? Really?

edit: Oh and I also meant to spread the adorableness that is Hamster and to let everyone who may not have heard that there's a Top Gear 'Polar Special' on at 8pm tomorrow, BBC 2. I squee everytime I see it on the TV guide.