(My laptop needs to be taken in to the shop. "For fan service?" Darkside asked. *headdesk*)
The Mythbusters playing James Bond games are hilarious.
I was working on a little frilly bit of crocheting. I still don't know what it's going to be.
I'm still feeling the echoes of what can't be, upon my lips and hands. There's no hope to serve as an anchor now, so it's free-floating. It can be damped down more that way, but there's less control. It's faded to something not excruciating. I will always have a very good friend.