This journal is all Shadow's fault. (I lay new Who and Torchwood at your door, too, dear sister. Watch for my revenge. It may involve truffles. And possibly cannonfire. Splat!)

I suppose I should offer a journal-warming fic of some sort, but it is 1:30 ack emma and I have to drag myself to bed soon...watch this space. 

I have a long-ass boring meeting tomorow; there is every chance I will be able to commit some sort of fic while small time elected officials go over dumptruck bids.

Tags: blame
Current Location: couch
Current Mood: far too wakeful
Current Music: John Barrowman singing pretty songs on YouTube