First off, to anyone who's emailed me in the past 48 hours - I swear, I will get around to replying to you soon. I'm having net connection issues here in the flat, so it's a bit screwy at times. However, if your email was five lines or less, you probably got a reply in kind. Oh, lucky you!
I'm supposed to be writing a poetry essay today but i can't get motivated. It's only a thousand words! I can get that written in less than an hour if I actually try. But I'm sitting here with my chosen poem (Sonnet 19, Sh.) and I... don't care. I just want to watch more Numb3rs/Supernatural/Grey's Anatomy (delete as applicable). I especially want to see Supernatural because I now actually need that backstory, and because I'm losing a grip on the boys' characterisation. In the rapid-fire-dialogue portion of the fic, they come out quite well; it's when I want them to have a bit of depth that they start rebelling against me. And, I have to keep reminding myself that it's only Lise who hates Sam, not everyone else. I need to make him a little bit less pathetic, poor chap. In happier news, the current portion has direction! There's a random plot-device character, a house full of ancestry, a spooky photograph and The Nightmares Of OFC Backstory Mwhahaha. I just need to sit down and type it all up. But, alas, essay first. Grr.
I also need to pack my bag properly tonight. I checked my train times for the third time and they've changed again. I have no idea what's going on. It's ridiculous. I just want to get a train to Reading! I need to make sure that I've packed all my clothes, the five books that I brought (no, still haven't finished White Noise, and I didn't bring my copy of Emily Dickinson, which was so so smart of me /idiot).
Oh, we (as in The Mother, The Sister and I) watched Numb3rs 203 yesterday. ( spoilers )
Anyway, another episode tonight. And
Atlantis, for the first time in ages. I'm going to have to borrow someone's DVDs and catch up. This is not a good state of affairs!
Back to the poetry analysis. I just wish I knew what exactly it is that I'm being asked to do. Everything is very vague.