rm | Zurich, Tuesday evening

I got a bit lost coming back to the hotel from the office tonight, but might sense of direction was good enough that I solved it on my own. The streets here are a bit like the West Village in NYC -- you think you're walking one way, and you're not. You can navigate by the church steeples (the way we used to with the WTC) if you can tell them apart. I just followed the various trolly lines.

Tonight's supermarket adventure involves getting little sacks of marzipan fruit super cheap, and trying to figure out my size and color in pantyhose here. I really should wear dresses for the conference days, even as I feel less dressed up in them and the whole thing is conflict-y in my head. So now I'm running a bath so I can shave my legs.

The hotel we're in is weird -- business, students with a bit of a budget, folks just checking in for the night for various more obvious than they think reasons (hello gay guy in elevator with toy bag!).

I'm still all about Waters of Mars, and it led to a wide-ranging "is anyone watching the show I think I'm watching" email exchange earlier today, that basically boiled down to: Sometimes death is an act of hope. That's right, I like the Whoniverse for all the shit people find bleak, not because I like bleak stuff, but because I just don't find it bleak. Or something. It makes me feel a bit as if I'm on another planet sometimes (although that could just be Zurich). So, I'm like this close to putting it on a t-shirt to wear at Gally should I ever not be cosplaying. Because seriously? Adelaide Brooke? Ianto Jones? Harriet Jones? Beth? All acts of hope, regardless of lack of planning, individual tragedy, or writerly issues. But then, I'm really interested in the whole life/death/memory/heroism equation that the Whoniverse has going on because of Jack's not dying problem and the Doctor's regeneration thing.

Okay. Bath. Work. Writing. Sleep.