Eurgh. I'm moody today. I don't know if it's that time of the month, but I feel tender and sore, and generally cranky. If I'm overly snarky in anyone's comments today, I apologise in advance.

:( Much sympathy.

I want a lot of ridiculous things at the moment. Top of that list is to be able to mold the world like a huge blob of clay, to just manipulate it in my hands until Rapid City is like a two hour commute from Melbourne. That would make me very happy.

Dude, that would be great.

Why can't we rearrange the world to our liking again? Oh, yeah. Stupid natural laws. *kicks physics*

On the train in this morning, I was thinking about what I'd want in an ideal lover.

See, it's cool that you have this list. Then when fate steadfastly refuses to give it to you, you know why you're pissed. Er...I mean, 'cause it's better to work from a position of honesty than to expect all this stuff unconsciously and be mad at your SO when they don't deliver.

Then, I thought about how far I am from any ideal, and decided it wasn't worth thinking about.

You know, I'd reassure you that you don't know if you're someone else's ideal, but I think it would come across as patronizing, and I don't want to make you further cranky today. So I'll just say, *hugs.*

This is not a mood to write fic. This is a mood where I want to write Casey/Lisa fic just to split them up and cause pain. (Mind you, my muses are doing what all smart men do during Nature's Special Time - they're staying out of sight.)

*hears noise*

*looks under couch*

Um, Annie? You scared them all the way to my living room. I'm impressed. *g*