Lost in the middle of the week

Vague, interesting Buffy/Angel dreams last night - running around Sunnydale or LA or maybe it was just San Jose made up to be one of the others. Vamps and monsters and spells, oh my.

I've forgotten my keys and my watch, and never did get around to paying the damn bills last night. I even tuned the tv to the right channel to watch WitchBlade, but it was only 8 o'clock, and when next I looked up from the fic I'd dived into, it was 10:30. Oops.

I felt sort of flattened by the end of yesterday. Aikido, yes, but I hadn't anything to change into, and it wasn't until 7, and I just wanted to go home and sleep. I didn't, I know myself better - naps are lovely things, but I do need to eat. And read - Convergent Series by Larry Niven, and then fic until bedtime. Reading seems to put me into this other world where I don't really have to bother with reality. Even when it includes the roomie.

"There's no dial tone, but we're still getting calls, and the callerid isn't working."
'That's nice. I'll call the phone people in the morning.'

Maybe. I'm not feeling terribly charitable, and it's not like I use the phone. Much.

Bus bunnies

Second day in a row that I've gone over to Harborview Medical Center for the morning. The ride's a nice little jaunt that lets me look out over various bits of the city, and just kind of drift...

So I drifted into some various mental cartoons of Rhi and Dragon - a little gryph hiding under her wings, surrounded by muses; an eastern dragon, curled up and reading from a book to a group of various humans, muses and alternate-formed sentients.

And I drifted into a haze, much like the drifting mists of rain over the city, and thought lovely Krycek/Methos thoughts, and sort of added Wesley, and thought interesting Krycek/Wesley thoughts with leather on the side, and Methos/Wesley thoughts with accents on the side, and Methos/Krycek/Wesley thoughts that sort of steamed up my window.

I've already been thinking bad pairings thoughts about Qui-Gon and Giles, courtesy of Livia. Tea and a misty Seattle rain, and a cozy fire. The same could be applied to M/W, I'm sure.

Or Wesley and leather and a motorcycle, and an artificial arm that feels too cold to be human - so what is Alex, anyway? Other than afraid of possession, and far too damn sexy when he's not himself, and his eyes just go black.

Universes. <squish> Sexy men.

Suddenly my day is looking better already.

That's it!

There needs to be an emoticon thingee/mood whatever for PMS.

I am a dumb-ass. It's official. 'Why have I been so lame/horny/depressoid lately?' <counts> 'Oh yeah!'

You'd think, that after 12? years, I'd have this figured out - that's something on the order of 144 data points! </mathgeek>

Making up for the slow days

That's the ticket.

Or maybe this is:
Wesley&Co regenerating Alex's arm w/ magic? Yay Wesley! Yay Alex! Yay hot sex!