The Reckoning

Bad wine and good film makes it easier to remember to forget.

Why does Vincent Cassel have the face for sexual deviance? I'd be interested in seeing a film in which he was the romantic lead, or some such, although I suspect I'd spend the entire film waiting for him to put on his girlfriend's underwear, or possibly strangle her and bury her in the closet. And, y'know, have sex with his sister.

Simon Pegg. SIMON PEGG was in the reckoning. And I recognised him, too.

And Paul Bettany is too sexy.









Aziraphael needs to speak more Latin. Ngh.






See? I'm FINE! I'm fine. Fine.

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Utterly knackered. I'm barely keeping my eyes open looking at the screen, which is slight problem, as only on lunch break. Apparently the crisis of yesterday, which had me crying and worked up and miserable and convinced I was shit, was because the causing person was in a bad mood. And I wish it'd been the first time she'd done it, too. I can't deal with unstable people, not when my own head is so sketchy.

Is it okay to write a long story about Nothing In Particular? I mean, would anyone read it? I have an idea that's going to be... not long, actually. Only long by my standards, so maybe 5000 words, maybe slightly longer. Nothing spectacular. And there's not really a plot to it, just Crowley and Aziraphale being Crowley and Aziraphale. Does that matter?

Ah well, will think about it when not dead of tired.