Okay, Christmas shopping mostly done. (Fred, I may have gone slightly mad when buying your present, be aware that I had been in town for several hours, had a lengthy conversation on the phone with my mother that was oh
so useful and generally just had more screws loose than usual). Still got my grandparents to buy for... what do you buy the people who own everything ever made ten times over?
Mum suggested common sense, but sadly I have no idea where to find that.
Ooh, though, my present (one of) for Mum is pretty and shiny and I will post picture when I get round to getting stuff off my camera.
Other news. When I get round to writing my reel_merlin
fic (starting soon) it will probably become epic. Apparently I want to have Arthur in therapy... throwing things, while Merlin sits outside calmly flicking through a magazine which includes the headline 'my moobs ruined my life'... I read it over someone's shoulder on the train, okay?
Along with that, there is a supporting cast of Gaius, Gwen, Morgana, Lancelot, the guy who had knives thrown at him in episode 1, Gawain will no doubt make an appearance, the Dragon (only human) Uther, Sophia, Nimueh and others.
In other news, I had a conversation with myself (out loud, because why would anyone have a conversation in their head while walking through town in public?) which went a little like this:
Dude, I should stop talking to myself.
I say dude too much, dude.Dude!
Dude, I have got to stop saying dude!DUDE! Stop it.
Seeing as I am both female and, more importantly, British, and reasonably articulate (when I'm not completely sleep deprived) this is obviously a sign of some horrible brain tumour that is in the part of my brain that suppresses 'surfer' tendencies.
I think the people I passed would probably agree, although they may have been more concerned by the arguing with self part of the conversation.
Also, went to see the nice dentist man who poked my gums with sharp pointy things and told me that I should clean my wisdom teeth carefully (really
? I should? I've just been leaving them to rot...) then proceeded to find that the one that had not 'erupted' or whatever the word was had inflamed the gum... which he then poked again with his pointy thing until it bled. He was very nice, but totally sadistic. It still hurts when I eat now. I wasn't
having any problems with my teeth until I went to the dentist. Is this all part of their master plan?