Random waking thoughts

Really - how many axe murderers are interested in fictional buggery? Or even further - fictional sparkly boy buggery? If I meet someone via slash, I think I'd be more likely to fear high-pitched squeeing about hot guys than anything else.

I've been alerted to a new Speranza story: Eight Sessions, and it's killing me, because there's no way I can read it at work today unless I hide in a closet at lunch.

I found Laurier's source of kleenex for his kills. The box is empty now, but I hadn't thought he could figure out how to get into the damn thing in the first place.

I need to get some hard candy to send to my brother. I already have the toothbrush. I also need to pick up more asparagus pickles. They were out at TJ's last time. pout

checks clock Hmm. I should find clothes now.