the Dalaverse

Alrighty, back at school. I did manage to catch up on the flist, I just don't have the energy for comments. If you posted it, I probably read it, and I probably liked it.

Fall break was much too short. Friday night was devoted to collapsing. On Saturday, I went downtown for the National Book Festival on the Mall, where I had a burger and much conversation with fairestcat. I also stood in line for two hours to get my copy of American Gods signed by Neil Gaiman. That high-pitched whine you hear is the leftover squee. Saturday night was dinner at Jaspers with the folks. So Saturday was awesome, in a word. Sunday we went to the Ren Faire, although I was STOOD UP (just kidding, Bethie :)). I now have a bodice-shaped sunburn, from my neck to the tops of my boobs. It's not bad, but it reminds me of the Worst Sunburn Ever. I'll tell that story some other time. Daddy bought himself a green wrap-around shirt and refused my kind offer to lend him my perfectly matched green skirt. I can't imagine why. Mom didn't complain about the Port-a-Potties too much. Monday I spent lying around reading and watching movies, going to the eye doctor, and hitting up the used bookstore with donkeyriding. I have a cold, which started getting bad at that point and made me want to nap constantly.

Today I got up, moped around, packed, wept a little, and finally left around 1:00. A stone hit my windshield and gave it a crack that's a good four inches across. Sincerely hope I don't have to get the fucking thing replaced. Good thing, however: "Tiny Dancer" came on the radio and an "Almost Famous" bunn popped into my head. Writing it now, then some fluffy Will/Elizabeth I was working on before I went home, plus my Hector paper. Blahhhh. I love the guy, but I don't feel like spending eight pages on him.

The AF fic is set in 1979. Anybody want to throw me a random factoid? So far I've got a discoteque (sp?), Rust Never Sleeps, and Cheap Trick Live at Budokan.