It's not a cry you can hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light...

My housemates crack me up. I was talking about Saint Patrick (which I hardly ever do... /lies) and an AU I wrote with Ness last night. Saint Patrick and the rest of the patron saints of the UK consider themselves brothers in Forgotten Strays. And there's an AU based on if Patrick had sold his soul (long story) and became evil and started being a smarmy bastard to everyone in his family. Ness plays his Welsh brother, Saint David, who goes by Dewi. Which I don't think is actually pronounced 'Dewey' but I say that anyway because...I love Dewey Riley from Scream.

Anyway. I was telling Alison that AU!Dewi went badass and shot Patrick's eye out. And the following conversation happened:

Me: "And Dewi totally shot out Patrick's good eye and he died! Dewi went all rogue!"
Ali: "Huey and Louie are going to be so upset!"
Me: "..."
Ali: "Uncle Scrooge is going to be pissed!"

Cue me laughing like an idiot because I am so tired that Duck Tales humour is the most amusing thing EVER.

...so this morning at like 5 am, I may have thought it was a great idea to order like 4 books on Saint Patrick from Amazon.com

I am not even Catholic. Though one was How the Irish Saved Civilization which I have wanted for a long time, so that makes me feel a little less like a loser...

Shut up, I love history and roleplaying.

Fell asleep at 1 pm. Slept for 4 hours. Still feel like zombie. Might nom on Leah's shoulder for awhile. She pretty :D

Or I could bring my Flynny home. That's clearly what one should be doing instead of sleeping. Writing more.

*headdesk*

I keep typing Saint George as Saint Gorgeous. STILL. And it's hilarious when it's his brother, Patrick. But even more hilarious when it's Archangel Michael. "What is wrong, Gorgeous? Your brother is safe with me, Gorgeous. I won't let him near you, Gorgeous." And despite the fact that it happens nearly every single time I type his name (it happened even when I was typing this ffffffff) it's funny every time because Michael is so serious and it's ridiculous. Oh, typing skills. I suppose I should thank you for that...

Edit: *flails* MY BOYS!

I cannot sleep. My cat is mocking me because she has crawled into my bed and under the covers as if to say "HAHA I CAN SLEEP IN YOUR BED AND YOU CANNOT!"

Mind won't stop. I even wrote quite a long scene with Patrick in FS (it technically takes place tomorrow hush) to get him out of my HEAD because he was yammering on and on and that didn't work. I spent hours looking on Tumblr and found amazing things (Tim Minchin singing Single Ladies it was epic) and still NOTHING.

So I decided to watch Rock and Roll Nerd, the Tim Minchin Story because Alina gave it to us yesterday.

I cried practically the entire time. Oh, Tim. Oh, Tim!

I should explain one of the oddities of Lara. I don't like concerts. I find them boring because like...if you're going to listen to music, LISTEN to it and do other things at the same time. My mind never shuts off. It goesangogesandgoesandoges so if I watch a concert I get twitchy and jumpy and bored so easily and I just want to be doing something else about 4 minutes in. So while I think Tim Minchin is brilliant and I love his music, I haven't really watched his shows. It would be a bad idea until I know the songs by heart. Only then can I stop my stupid brain from flying all over the place because I can appease it by singing along. So I knew the songs sort of, but seeing Tim do his thing is not something I am familiar with even though I use him as a PB in several places now.

BUT THE THING!! He changed his look and he got so popular so fast and he was all "Seriously? O_O okay then..." and his WIFE and the baby (OMG I cried so hard it hurt) and he was just so...lovely. Lovely and real. And now I want to see all the live shows. Because I am, if nothing else, contrary.

If you knew what my day included, you would understand why this is necessary.

"No he can't read my..........Poker Face."

(I just realised this makes it sound like my day was hard. It wasn't. It was hilarious and awesome and writeymcwriteygood. With a little bit of Archangel in the mix. Oh Michael, why so srs?)

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!