beccaelizabeth's dreamwidth journal

So far today I was awake until about 0900, slept until 1400, and then put all my clothes in the wash, so even in the wildly unlikely event I get invited to a party I cannot go. Unless it is a nudist party. Or I wear my corset, but that don't really fit no more.

Planning: not my strong point.

So, next I have to clean the bath. I'm no good at cleaning the bath. I hire someone to clean the bath. But they haven't been here for two weeks, and they won't be here for another week, and somebody has to clean the bath.

My life: big party. Oh yeah.

I kind of hate New Year. It's not just everyone's having a party except me. It's that review of the year thing. I'm not a glass half full kind of person, so trying to count all the things done inevitably leads to counting the things still to do and guess which ones always outweigh the others? Still, I'd never count anyone else's life by that standard, so I should just get over myself and think positive. Blah.

Weird. While The Rocky Horror Picture Show is indeed on tonight, it isn't until 0240 in the New Year. Have they no care for tradition? I mean granted I could probably download it before midnight if I found the link, but really, I thought there was a rule!

... ;-)

... TV = weird.

This year: Started writing Torchwood, stopped writing in term time. Didn't write a whole hell of a lot.

June: Andrew pulls
July: Jack/Master ish, because if turning up in a TARDIS is Jack's clue to recognising the Doctor, well...
August: Torchwood month
Reshuffle
Monday, Monday
Welcome Home, Jack/Ianto (and possibly my first sex scene)

... after that, nothing.

I feel so accomplished.

Right, clearly the solution is to get my laptop out and write something.
... and I'll so totally do that I'm sure.