February 23rd, 2007

Carravaggio

detectives on the verge of a nervous breakdown

Alas, pop music didn't want to save me, then, or now. Oh well. I'm in a mood, a definite mood. I may take myself outside at lunchtime (barricaded up the wazoo) and get myself arrested for some un-American activity, just because I'm bored and restless.

Okay, enough with the blackhawks. There's only so many times one can hum Ride of the Valkyries before insanity really kicks in.

Meanwhile, up to my arse in work again, actually, drowneded in it, which is a pity because I had a third fic write itself out in my head last night/this morning. I was thinking it was a somewhat Kurosawa version of The Gest, but really, it's just Kill Bill, but whatever. Violence, revenge and mayhem, that's the main thing (besides, it's meant to be cathartic). I could write it out whole, today, and finish it and post it tonight, done deal, but for this thing we call work. Sometimes it's very frutrating to be a wage slave. Oh, to be supported by a rich and indifferent husband, but not me, alas.
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