And Again...

Seriously. Y'all are MAGIC. Pain is gone. Well, the problem causing the pain is gone, which means the pain is gone. Yay for DIY surgery.

So. Thank you all! *Sends love and kisses*

Now, tomorrow. Why is it that when I try to retreat into myself, and become solitary, I suddenly have 500 things to do that are exciting?  

Plans for tomorrow:

• Aquarium, where we will also see Harry Potter on IMAX (maybe...).
• Chocopologie. Which sells this stuff. (I don't care if my friend doesn't want to go; I'm dragging her!)
• Dinner at some restaurant or another. In SONO, there are many wonderful restaurants. I'm thinking Thai.

Speaking of chocolate...I am currently indulging in Mayan drinking chocolate. Chili, black pepper, and nutmeg (I think?) and I made it with half & half because I am nothing if not indulgent. Okay, really it's because we ran out of milk and I refuse to make it with water. REFUSE.

I can't wait. I deserve it after this week, maybe.

If It’s Not Love, Then It’s the Bomb That Will Bring Us Together

Title: If It’s Not Love, Then It’s the Bomb That Will Bring Us Together
Author: sariagray 
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Word Count: 747
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: Occurs after KKBB. Everything up to that point, I suppose.
Warning: Muted angst? War references.
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood. I do not make money off of Torchwood. In fact, it seems as though Torchwood owns and makes money off of ME. This is for entertainment purposes only. NB: Title comes from "Ask" by The Smiths. And isn't it just lovely?

Author’s Note: Well. Here's a story. I've realized that I don't have plot bunnies. No. I have mood bunnies. They usually need music and candlelight to breed. *Nod* And I was going somewhere with this, but then got completely sidetracked. So. Uh. Yeah. I don't even know if I like it right now, but thebuttonontop assures me that it should be posted. Thanks, dear, for the support!

 

( Ooh, something's hiding behind the cut! What could it be!? )