full story tomorrow

Hung out with wordsofastory and we each told many scandalous stories, largely involving fire, violence and human stupidity, in the midst of which some weird guy, ostensibly from the south who may have been named either Tony or Alan, decided to sit with us despite the fact that we were loudly discussing gay porn and I was unwelcoming and tell us stories about his own life (after verifying that he was, in fact, in New York) which included the sentence, "Basil Roberts if you don't get me out of this box right this minute I'm going to tell your wife about your girlfriend and your girlfriend that you call her a fat whore!"

No, I don't know.

today

I am not going to screenings today.
I am catching up on work, communications, articles and fiction. Possibly doing laundry and watching Rome.
I did not practice yesterday, and I probably should have, but I also feel like I deserve a pass considering.
I slept as late as I wanted, which was good, but I've been having this ongoing series of dreams about being under death sentence (they're actually about fencing, so I'll write about them there later), that have been more irritating than horrifying both within and without the context of the dreams.

(no subject)

I've spent today sleeping off everything. I've gotten one article written and am halfway through another. I also finally hung one of my holiday gifts in my room, so I have my first bit of sword related anything up as part of teh decor and I find myself oddly pleased and oddly taking in the moment.

While everything I've done thus far today (and my brain is just turning on now) has been constructive, I've not done nearly enough of it.

last night's pub story

wordsofastory beats me to it in all it's glory. Seriously, go read this shit:

http://wordsofastory.livejournal.com/267211.html

ROME

Wow, the Internet so wrote that episode.

ETA: and wow the stuff on rome_fic ain't bad at all. I mean, as long as you're looking for porntastic hate!sex fic.