the Dalaverse

I'm about ready to shoot little_details in the head, what with the irrelevant intro posts, the relevant-but-still-clogging-up-flist anti-intro posts, and all these people asking others to name their characters. Seriously, WTF is up with that? It's like aksing somebody else to name your child, to a lesser degree of course, but still totally crazy.

Man, I am just not liking people as a whole tonight.

On the side of the good, I love Sainsburys. I bought three cartons of orange juice, two packs of weird-but-yummy yogurt (I avoided the rhubarb this time, having learned my lesson, although I do miss the apple), milk, and shortcake bisbuits for under five pounds. Oh, and a Cadbury caramel egg. I meant to buy some pasta and cereal for when Ness comes -- Sunday, and it's a good thing because I've been a little homesick ever since the parents left -- but...I have to find some hour of the day when there are not eighty million people in there. Tonight I didn't have to wait in line to check out, but I like to leisurely wander through grocery stores, and dodging out of busy fellow shoppers' ways is not conducive to a stroll.

Good part II (or wretched, depending upon how you look at it): I actually wrote a bit of the next part of "Brothers in Arms.' This is exciting because I've had the title but no Theo-muse for months, and also I've been chipping away at the earthquake fic; but it's bad because this spark of inspiration just had to come while I'm meant to be writing my seminar paper. And also the ritual paper due Friday, which shouldn't be too difficult since it's on Peter Berger, and he's an easy man to work with.

Tomorrow, I have to be good, because I'm going to reward myself with an afternoon showing of "Good Night, and Good Luck."