There is a bird that nests inside you, sleeping underneath your skin...

I meant to get up earlier than I did. But the thing is, when Evie came to wake me up, I was having a dream in which the Doctor was having an argument with someone, and he wanted very badly to finish making his point. So I told Evie, very sleepily, to give me a minute. And then the Doctor got carried away and I fell asleep (yeah, I was dreaming while still half-awake - it happens a lot), and I may've stayed in bed for another half-hour. I really wish I could remember what the Doctor was so adamant about. Stupid dreams and my stupid inability to remember them.

My emotions have been in a really weird state of flux lately. Either I'm having trouble having them at all and not interested in anything, or it's just depression or overwhelming rage at the world for no good reason and... augh. It makes productivity of any kind really difficult.

I signed up for ficfinishing with "The Distance Between Yesterday and Tomorrow", so I can hopefully get that done this month and then have October for NaNo planning. Wouldn't that be awesome? I'm not sure if I believe it's actually going to happen, but hey, it's only... 6000 words. Ish. And it's pre-plotted. How hard can it be? (Oh God, did I really just say that?)

Here, have some Torchwood fic recs. ( Just because I feel like it... )