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I need to go to BED. I've been up for hours, revelling in the fact that I wrote this scene in Darker London that was actually longer than like ten lines (my concentration, she has been minimal, I have a half-finished Flynn scene from forever ago, augh) and I kind of love it. I love writing slightly messed up things and apparently I needed Saint Patrick in Darker London. So this is what his life would be like if he wasn't a Saint, and he had been kidnapped by a crazy band of priests called the Templar who still think like the Spanish Inquisition. (Also, Seamus Finnegan wasn't intentional and I only figured out why Seamus came to me as a middle name an hour after I wrote it.)
Oh, Patrick. Apparently I love you no matter where you are. And now I will torture you with religious crazies. Wheeee!
Now. Bed. Or...The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus. Yes, that is more constructive!
Edit: OH MY GOD my kitten is adorable! Ariadne just tried to climb my guitar because she was trying to get at something. I picked her up and she immediately started purring and then I saw she wanted my Halloween Chinese lantern on the wall. I held her out to it, she poked it tentatively with he paw, squeaked in what I assume was terror, and leaped out of my hands to run down the hall.
She is the cutest little freak in the world!
Oh, Patrick. Apparently I love you no matter where you are. And now I will torture you with religious crazies. Wheeee!
Now. Bed. Or...The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus. Yes, that is more constructive!
Edit: OH MY GOD my kitten is adorable! Ariadne just tried to climb my guitar because she was trying to get at something. I picked her up and she immediately started purring and then I saw she wanted my Halloween Chinese lantern on the wall. I held her out to it, she poked it tentatively with he paw, squeaked in what I assume was terror, and leaped out of my hands to run down the hall.
She is the cutest little freak in the world!
