Another slow work day; another opportunity for me to spend hours staring into space and feel my brain drift out into the void. On other occasions this has led to mulling of Fraser and Victorian pornography, or sighing over the inexplicable lack of Firefly femslash in the universe, or using little notepads to write drafts of flashfiction or story bits; today, I find myself mainly pondering all the different elements and possibilities to the question "Does Ray love Fraser enough to hold him down and pull his hair and call him a bitch?"
...It's probably just as well I only have one more week here. I'm sort of frightened about what another month would do.
(Sekrit note to Lyra: you *so* have to write that post we were discussing last night, dude. *poke*)
...It's probably just as well I only have one more week here. I'm sort of frightened about what another month would do.
(Sekrit note to Lyra: you *so* have to write that post we were discussing last night, dude. *poke*)