Sleep and Fic Rec
May. 20th, 2009 01:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
-Well that kind of crept up on me. Swung into a deep melancholy tonight. I was doing all right earlier this evening then I just sort of crashed in the last two hours. I should get to bed soon, hopefully that will help.
-Fic rec: I'm a sucker for sweet and tender romance stories. Here's a marvelous one called A Mutual Feeling; Spock/Uhura. It's a four-parter and the last installment has been posted already. It made my cynical, sarcastic self tear up and sigh happily.
-There was/is a place in Las Vegas, Nevada called the Star Trek Experience. In essence it was a Trekkie's dream. I thought of it fondly today and wrote about my drunken exploits there. If I can find decent pictures of the place I'll post them.
-Progress goes slowly in Bioshock. There isn't a penalty for dying, but I move through slow as molasses. I check every nook and cranny before going forward. Then I use the flame thrower because my aim is awful and setting the entire area on fire is the only way to be sure. At this rate I should finish the game in 2012.
-Fic rec: I'm a sucker for sweet and tender romance stories. Here's a marvelous one called A Mutual Feeling; Spock/Uhura. It's a four-parter and the last installment has been posted already. It made my cynical, sarcastic self tear up and sigh happily.
-There was/is a place in Las Vegas, Nevada called the Star Trek Experience. In essence it was a Trekkie's dream. I thought of it fondly today and wrote about my drunken exploits there. If I can find decent pictures of the place I'll post them.
-Progress goes slowly in Bioshock. There isn't a penalty for dying, but I move through slow as molasses. I check every nook and cranny before going forward. Then I use the flame thrower because my aim is awful and setting the entire area on fire is the only way to be sure. At this rate I should finish the game in 2012.
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Date: 2009-05-20 10:13 am (UTC)I hope you had a good night's sleep.