{ oedipal and freudian. }

Had a dream that I was in a seminar with xanitia for a class in media (I think, which is weird because I'm a lit. student and she's a zoologist) and the only thing I remember was that it was going very badly and the tutor had no control over the group. My dream-self was getting very snooty and one guy was a complete prick. Anyway, needless to say, I woke up in a bad mood and discovered it was time to get up. Joy.

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Meeting people at midday, children's lit. lecture at 1pm. I - the dream would indicate I have anxieties? Well, yes. Anyway, I have a lot of reading to do before then so I'm reading now and doing fandom this evening (Prison Break, Battlestar Galactica).

I read two excellent Weir fics yesterday, and a handful of CSI and Sports Night stuff, too. In the end, fanfic turned out to be the one thing I could concentrate on. Didn't get any written, though.

Still haven't emailed the person that I am reluctant to email for no discernible reason. (The reluctance is indiscernible, not the email.) However, opened my inbox to find fic to beta, so that was cool.

OK, off to read. Weather seems calmer (and drier) than yesterday, so we'll see. And apparently, the washer/dryer did get replaced so hopefully the power won't trip when someone goes to use it now.

{ eta. }

It's London Fashion Week, huzzah!

Also: someone has written Mac/Reed fic. OK. You know I hae no issue with age variant relationships so long as it's not incest (but that is a whole other debate that I do not want to go into) but HEY. REED is practically MAC'S SON. SOME SERIOUS HEAD ISSUES THERE, OKAY? Fuck.

(I have yet to work out why this irks me so much considering what I was contemplating this morning, but it does and I am thoroughly irked, okay fandom? Stop killing me.)

eta: Hee, oh dear. Thandie got Fugged. It's not so bad, but still. Heh.