Spring Break in Bed

Yup, it's spring break and here I am in bed at 3 in the afternoon - just me and my laptop. We're such a happy couple. And now that we've found each other we're going to be like all those other annoying couples that spend all their time together and never call their friends and just do stupid, couple-y things together all the time. Or rather we're just going to sit in my bed and mope about how much more time there is left to live and how little I'm going to be doing with it. The stupid Robyn Hitchcock song "Uncorrected Personality Traits" keeps running through my head, especially the line 'the spoiled baby grows into / the escapist teenager who / 's the adult alcoholic who / 's the middle-age suicide. OY' Can't help thinking he's describing me, especially as the craving for beer mounts daily in this soulless hellhole of a town. Wish I had an excuse for all my bitterness but I'm just a spoiled, lazy, sponge-brained wussball - a proud product of the American dream.

Just read a fabulous story, though - it's frightening how many really bad ones one has to read before finding one that really does it for you. It's from the Saiyuki fandom - not that I'd ever abandon Remus, poor dear, just been hankering for more violence lately (Remus fics tend to be sweet'n'gentle or angsty'n'introspective) - and it is so wonderfully disfunctional. (Once I read on someone's Gundam Wing site that the show wouldn't be nearly as much fun if all the characters weren't marginally insane. I think the same applies to Saiyuki. Strangely, Sanzo is always threatening to kill people yet never actually does so, just like Heero Yuy!) Anyway it's a perfect rainy-day, life-sucks kind of fic: Apples and Nightengales by Aki. Hakkai, Gojyo, attempted suicide, bad sex and apple pie. What more does a person need? (Well.... Sanzo chained to wall, stripped naked and..... okay, I'll just stop there.)

Must do some work. And eat or something. They say food is good for you. Maybe I'll go mope on the couch for a while.