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Tired. Grouchy.

Why is it that when you want to read, you can never find anything you like? Maybe I was just too picky tonight. *sigh*

I wish I could just stick to recs, but I'm -sure- there's some good stuff out there; I've just been too unfortunate to come across it in my time of need.

I couldn't find a fic with a realistic Tom/Harry in it. I know...shouldn't try so hard. But Voldemort won't just go 'oh sex!' for me...he has to be as forced into it as Harry is, or it doesn't work, and Tom...well, he needs to get something out of it.

So picky.

And then I tried LuciusxHarry. Guess again. No non-con and bdsm and ust in there...a lot of established relationship, and Harry's hissy fits, and married life, and poor little Draco, putting up with his father's rebound from Narcissa... I mean - WHAT?!

So then, exhausted, I said 'fine, you know what, I'll just search for Snarry', and...I shouldn't have bothered, really, to be honest.

So if anyone can find me one shot (with punchliney angst) or midlength (with UST and angst) then I would just eat you alive. I can't do another night of this. It's torture. (And not in a good way, either).

And I swear, if I see the words 'husband' and 'Lucius' written in the same sentence again, I might just go jump off the Astronomy Tower after Dumbledore, crying my unheard death cry of 'I feel your pain!'. Dumbledore totally wanted out after his soujourn with the giant squid...

Yes, and it IS 3am. I've been dying to get some printing done all day, but the aforementioned explosion foiled that plan. Thus here I am, printing at 3am, and...really oughtn't to be, because I should be booking my tickets in the morning. (9am)

IN OTHER NEWS

I now have very, very few things to do. (but the list looks longer, because most of these are last minute things I've thought of)
Book tickets (to be done tomorrow morning, absolutely)
Book hostel (hopefully can still do this for the relevant days)
Print rest of textbooks (twenty left to do)
Print all other relevant documents that I will need with me - i.e. a copy of my passport, all the bits and bobs I've been sent regarding Sectus stuff I'm going to, and all the maps to get there
Have a multi-cleansing-bath (Not that I don't bathe usually, just, I'm talking three hours in the bath, with hard scrubs and smelly soaps and shaving cream, and generally just pampering myself until I'm squishy all over. This, of course, might alleviate the ache in my hip)
Paint my Death Eater mask (white)
Write my last minute checklist of things I've got to take
Make sure they're packed so I can take them
Ensure proper funds
Phone Daz, and scare the living bejesus out of him.
Write something Music Hall Theatre that might work if nothing else comes up for Beat the Boggart.
Tidy my room one last time.
Sewing.
Wrap Wednesday's present.

Wish I hadn't lost my Jack Sparrow Ring, *sigh* I wanted to bring it with me. So pretty, and the only ring I ever specifically went and bought.