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hmm, i had a near death experience the other night, if you can call it that. i have a bad chest infection and i woke up in this horrific panic the other night, my troat so clogged i couldn't breathe. sleep paralysis i suppose, it went away slowly as i forced myself to calm down and breathe. then of course i was too afraid to fall back asleep. big baby that i am. i had to tussin myself to sleep last night. (the tussin the tussin) none of which has anything to do with anything, except that my sad thought, my ghost would probably haunt my house because of all the unfinished business i have going. Ideas of Sin, and little projects, and I would never get to see the end of damn Inuyasha or find that one Due South fic I remember reading ages ago but now cannot find (not that i have ever seen that show, but it's the principle of the thing. i know it's bloody out there!) andthen there's my slashy Sherlock Holmes movie, that I want to write and produce someday. It will be romantic and tragic andhot without totally ruining Holmes himself as all the new Holmes movies seem to do.

A life lived around slash, sad indeed. And I just put this piece of paper in my mouth....I tend to do that. You can call it an oral fixation if you like...I just can't seem to stop putting things in my mouth. heh heh. Rene has the same problem...

Rene would like to bite someone today