Experiment

I'm having my first ever Red Bull - the red ambulance just wasn't going to cut it today. So if I have a heart attack and die, you'll know why. ;)

Winterlicious dinner last night. OMG, so amazingly good. More later when the brain (or the Red Bull) kicks in.

Edit: Actually, I don't mind the taste. It's not something I'd go out looking for, but I've tasted worse.

No heart attacks. I'm jittery and needing distraction badly, but no heat attacks.

Should I stay or should I go?

Last minute work blah. Late fax, Alvin's even later response since he's driving from Belleville in the snow, and I've just realised that the person who faxed us about potential dates is either lying or mistaken, since one of the days stated as being provided by the court as available for an urgent hearing is actually the Family Day holiday. Of course, it was the only day we could have gone, and we didn't realise either until after I'd already sent Alvin's response.

I can't call Alvin, since his Blackberry doesn't have the charge for calls, but I've sent him an email in the hopes he'll get it. Dilemma now of course is, do I stay in anticipation of a response from him, or do I go home, since it's 5:21 on a Friday?

Reap what you sow

Definition of irony: to complain about feeling isolated and not included in things when you've spent the last twelve months pushing people in certain situations away.

*sigh*

Naps are supposed to make you feel better, right? Then why do I still feel blah?

TCP: Wings of Desire. 1/1

Dedication: This was a birthday fic for [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], back in the old #subcafe days. Obie, wherever you are, this one's still for you.

Disclaimer: The mutant concept is Marvel's, although they don't half use it as well as they could. The Common People Project is the joint brain-child of Phil Foster and Kielle. No profit made, just a warm fuzzy feeling. ;) The rest is mine, except Stephen Niles, who is Oberon's creation and was borrowed without permission.

Rating: G - some disturbing themes, but nothing heavy.

( Wings of Desire )