A certain amount of mild crudeness.

[whatho]

Someone's been attacking the inside of my left nostril with a bally razor blade or something. It is surprisingly wounded. I hope it isn't insects with pincers having a go at me in my sleep. That would be a bit awful. I'm going to assume it's more to do with the central heating.

I'm going to write the India diary thing when I'm a bit more awake.

Lost finale tomorrow. I am beginning to allow myself a substantial degree of excitement. As much about the fact that I get to type Lost into Wikipedia at midnight as about the content of the programme itself.

Comments

[slemslempike.livejournal.com]

Lost! I can go in search of Charlie/Hurley. I don't even know if there is any amount of good fic. It's a bit exciting like that. Bet there isn't any Charlie/Hurley. But we get to know soon!

[whatho.livejournal.com]

Oh, the fic. I'm going to poke all the crack_van recs without half-closing my eyes or anything. Luxury!

[jekesta]

Oh it is sadness when the heating comes on and nostrils rebel. Also it is sad when insects have pincers. Boo to it all.