i'm not dead. let's have dinner.

Sooo my seasonal work is over, at least until they call me in again some time in March. I really don't want to end up needing the job then so I'm taking it as motivation to get full-time work before then, but I'm not getting my hopes up that will work out.
I hate hate hate job hunting so much. You should give me a job because otherwise I won't have health insurance that's why.

But in good news that's at least good news to me, I have very randomly been having a lot of thinky thoughts about my fantasy novel I haven't touched since I wrote a very rough draft of it in college, and I think, for real this time, I know how it ends (I mean, I pretty much already knew how it would end since a year ago but I didn't know how to orchestrate it in a ~dramatically satisfying way, w/e). Anyway, I've been doing a lot of mental revisiting of the characters and getting privately very emotional about this and it's a funny kind of happy because I can't just celebrate and get drunk with myself over basically nothing but having a fuck-ton of work to do.

It still depresses me that I don't know how to summarize the plot in less than a paragraph, though. That doesn't feel like a good sign.


Agh, so there's no way I'm going to address all my feels about the last Sherlock episode so let's just have a brief list of things I loved about this last season:
-Lestrade ("Oh God. Ah Christ.")
-Adler
-Molly
-The fact that Molly and Lestrade totally need to get together.
-The fact that John and Sherlock continue to have occasional giggle fits and generally act like immature BFFs sometimes <3 <3 <3
-Moriarty's music choices.
-Sherlock's fucking tears.
-Everything about John Watson forever.
-On a spoilery note about John: ( This is not the most astute observation but )