girlofprey

It was my nephew's birthday yesterday. He is two. Sadly he spent it with a cold I probably gave him, having just come out of it when I got back last weekend. He seemed happy enough when he had all his presents though, so. Guilt slightly abated.

I'm going to London tomorrow to see Cee. I keep forgetting the part where I'm also going to the Green Wing convention on Saturday (which, by the way, seems like a nightmare to get to from Cee's flat), but hopefully that won't lead to any accidents and horrified realisations around Saturday afternoon. Hmm. Anyway. I'm mostly packed, assuming I haven't forgotten anything. I'm not sure when I'll be coming back, Sunday or Monday, or how long I'll be at home if the job thing works out - though given that they're 'ringing them on Monday/Wednesday to see about maybe getting me an interview' I might be jumping the gun on that - but I'll probably be checking in from Cee's, so might be vaguely around.

In the meantime, you should all watch American Gothic, if you haven't already, and join rackyourballs, the brand new slash comm. Because you know you want to. You didn't choose Trinity, my friend. Trinity chose you.