… and none of them will go down on paper (or, only at inappropriate moments, like wanting to write Happy!Parker/Elliot whilst talking on the bus *facepalm*).
Yesterday I spent four hours on a train. And then a further two trying to get twenty minutes down the road, because someone lied to me about picking me up, leaving me and my little sister in the dark in the snow in the most dangerous city in the area. Thanks for that one. I’m still angry. My poor Dad had to get Alasdair out of the bath, wrap themselves up all warm and then drive out trying to find us with neither him or I knowing the area at all. We could have been picked up from the train station, but no. Or, maybe caught the exchange in Chesterfield, but no. So fucking angry about that. Still, I got to be rescued by my Little Brother, which was fun.
It snowed again. I need it to stop snowing. Until after Wednesday. It can snow as much as it likes after then. All the side-roads are snowed up and slippery, which is fun. Though I did drive down a road called ‘saltburn’, which amused me. What with that and the now on the ‘Bus plug’ sign…
There are so many prompts I want to write for comment_fic, but the words just aren’t coming out properly. It’s been kind of hard to speak as well recently, which has me very stressed (though I think it’s stress that causes it, which would make that a vicious circle).
There are random people looking around my house. I kind of showed them around the downstairs, but I daren’t take them upstairs having had no notice and no time to clean up. They’re wandering around the garden now… *bites nails*
He’s soooo pretty. And he really doesn’t know what he’s letting himself in for…