January 1st, 2005

Illustmaker me

Woo-hoo, New Year

I went to see Phantom of the Opera after work to pass the time until midnight and ended up chatting with a LiveJournaller HP fan. Not someone on my f-list, but still, a cool coincidence. It's always nice to be able to say, "I'm a fanfic writer" and not have the person you're talking to go, "And... what exactly is that?"

After the movie, I thought about going home anyway and had pretty much decided to. It's pathetic enough to sit around in my room alone; being alone in the middle of a big crowd where everyone else is kissing is just bloody depressing. But they say that what you're doing at midnight will reflect in the rest of the year, so instead of coming back here and being totally alone and surrounded by my cheap furniture while drinking some cheap thing, I decided to go to a posh little lounge in one of Boston's older hotels and drink a mimosa. The hotel's haunted. With my luck, the poshness will pass me by and I'll get a ghost, but hey, if I can't have money, nothing wrong with company, right?

Alas, yet again, I've been foiled in my belief that a woman alone at a bar has drinks bought for her by strange men. I think you have to be a lot prettier than I am for that.

Back in a few with tonight's Shifts post. I'm starting to regret Dora's plan. Then again, I have to resolve the Levinson plot.

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Illustmaker me

Shifts, Chapter 25: A Risky Idea, pt 2

Funniest commercial. It's for a lottery of some sort, and a man and his son are both sick. The wife/mother is taking their temperatures. The son, she says, has a temp of 101... poor baby. She goes to the husband and says, "102... aw..." She leaves the room, then the husband looks at the son and says, obviously sick, "In your face." (Tag line, "Like competition?" or something.) I've so done that. It just made me laugh.

Last section, Dora came up with a plan to help Joe--she'll set up an attack by a "Death Eater" (Remus in disguise) and stun both Joe and Miriam trying to capture him, necessitating a trip to St. Mungo's. Remus, at last look, was thinking it sounded workable and sane.


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