if you want my gravy, pepper my ragu

First week of the semester is down for the count, and I'm home and home is still an holy mess but it's safe and cool and dark and contains cats and an internet. Moving the weekend before semester is not something I should ever do again, note to self. But nothing's been too catastrophic for the last few days - last week is another matter altogether about which I shall not speak here, because it just doesn't bear repeating.

I'm really hoping to write some fic this weekend. I think maybe one of the reasons why I wrote so little this last summer is that I had so little time alone - I was with my grandmother until late each night, and then I couldn't get up enough enthusiasm to do much more than scroll through tumblr. I can tell, right now, that I haven't had enough alone time of late, because I'm so ridiculously thrilled at not having to talk to anyone at all tomorrow. Things are going to even out again now, though, I'm sure they are. I hope they are.

As an appropriate close to this week, have Oscar Wilde in drag as the eponymous heroine of his play Salome:


eta: which is apparently not him after all :(