Every time I go "wow, where has the fall gone," I really appreciate people not smacking me upside the head. Because I have been stupidly busy! And I'm still feeling like I'm just barely settled in and getting the hang of things, finally - and then in two weeks I'll be home again for Christmas. (With a glorious week-long break, I love you academia.) I'm going to be in the Valley for New Year's as well, which in years past I would probably have moaned about but honestly I am super stoked for a few more days of not having to cook for myself. And I tend to be somewhat superstitious that the way you spend New Year's is how the year is going to go, but I think "on vacation and staying with my family" is all right. Unless my friends from home want to do something. One never knows.
Catching up: I saw a Tori Amos concert that changed my life, I continue to spam Tumblr way too often, Thanksgiving was mildly brutal but I got to see my sister and![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
shala, and I am alternating holiday movies with My So-Called Life, which is another entry on the long, long list of things that I have never seen but really need to. Yes, seventeen years later, whatever. And writing my fic for inception_bang has taken over my life - the unfinished rough draft is currently at 27,500 words, and that's maybe 80% done. Art claims are happening this weekend and I'm going to be working with someone super talented, which is really incredibly exciting.
Also I signed up for the holiday love meme, if you have one let me know and I will say nice things about you. I don't feel particularly festive, which I chalk up mainly to it being about fifty degrees on average this month so far. How do people in warmer climates do this? I am used to actually having a red nose! To there being snow when I sing about sleigh bells! To not feeling like drinking cocoa will make me overheat! WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD?
Finally: a White Russian made with eggnog.slytherati suggested it be called the Fabergé. Try it, but drink very slowly.
Catching up: I saw a Tori Amos concert that changed my life, I continue to spam Tumblr way too often, Thanksgiving was mildly brutal but I got to see my sister and
shala, and I am alternating holiday movies with My So-Called Life, which is another entry on the long, long list of things that I have never seen but really need to. Yes, seventeen years later, whatever. And writing my fic for inception_bang has taken over my life - the unfinished rough draft is currently at 27,500 words, and that's maybe 80% done. Art claims are happening this weekend and I'm going to be working with someone super talented, which is really incredibly exciting. Also I signed up for the holiday love meme, if you have one let me know and I will say nice things about you. I don't feel particularly festive, which I chalk up mainly to it being about fifty degrees on average this month so far. How do people in warmer climates do this? I am used to actually having a red nose! To there being snow when I sing about sleigh bells! To not feeling like drinking cocoa will make me overheat! WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD?
Finally: a White Russian made with eggnog.
slytherati suggested it be called the Fabergé. Try it, but drink very slowly.