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Feb. 10th, 2003
I knew it. All doctors are wampires.
Feb. 10th, 2003 09:06 pm(Subject line from Uhura's Song, TOS novel #21, if memory serves, by Janet Kagan, and darn good.)
Survived the doctor's appointment concerning my near-fainting-spell on the train, complete with a lengthy discussion of my stools; had to get blood drawn because they wanted to test my thyroid. And they actually found my vein!
Previous vampires have had horrible trouble with this, you see.
Then went to Borders, combed their mythology section, and came away with a tome on myth analysis that I should be able to have some fun with. Drooled over Masks of God, and decided to troll the Campbell section of the Bennington library when I get back. Also picked up the Ithaqua Cycle from the horror section, as that particular mythos has recently been creeping me out.
At any rate. Not much else interesting. Scarf nearing seven stripes because of the waiting room. Tabbystalking on AIM. Want more icons, but am waiting until I have Photoshop access at work or school. Pimped Garmarna and Hedningarna etc. to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fasterthanlight. Grumbling over the fact that So Sayeth Death has just as many hits as Lime, but a quarter of the reviews. Decided to randomly post old fic.
Untitled: a study in slut!Harry, brief, possibly incomplete, possibly never to be completed. Posted on the off chance that one of the Fiends might find in mildly entertaining, and because I felt like doing so. Characterization and prose a bit plebian by my current standards, but that's why I'm posting it here and not finishing it up and shuffling it off to RS.org.
( Harry/Draco, Harry/Blaise, Harry/Bill, Harry/Snape--see the pairings go round and round! )
Survived the doctor's appointment concerning my near-fainting-spell on the train, complete with a lengthy discussion of my stools; had to get blood drawn because they wanted to test my thyroid. And they actually found my vein!
Previous vampires have had horrible trouble with this, you see.
Then went to Borders, combed their mythology section, and came away with a tome on myth analysis that I should be able to have some fun with. Drooled over Masks of God, and decided to troll the Campbell section of the Bennington library when I get back. Also picked up the Ithaqua Cycle from the horror section, as that particular mythos has recently been creeping me out.
At any rate. Not much else interesting. Scarf nearing seven stripes because of the waiting room. Tabbystalking on AIM. Want more icons, but am waiting until I have Photoshop access at work or school. Pimped Garmarna and Hedningarna etc. to
fasterthanlight. Grumbling over the fact that So Sayeth Death has just as many hits as Lime, but a quarter of the reviews. Decided to randomly post old fic.Untitled: a study in slut!Harry, brief, possibly incomplete, possibly never to be completed. Posted on the off chance that one of the Fiends might find in mildly entertaining, and because I felt like doing so. Characterization and prose a bit plebian by my current standards, but that's why I'm posting it here and not finishing it up and shuffling it off to RS.org.
( Harry/Draco, Harry/Blaise, Harry/Bill, Harry/Snape--see the pairings go round and round! )