MINE! MY NIGHTSPORE, MY LEW, QUIT HITTING ON HIM! *sob*
Uhhhh... or something.
Last night we had an adventure being stranded in a Wal-mart parking lot. That would be about when I start missing my car. Then we got home and watched The Animatrix with Alex who, while fairly nice, kept bouncing and talking during important bits. He loves The Matrix... then he left and we watched Secret of NIMH and I perved over the Justin/Jenner some more.
Oh... and I've now see the end of Yami no Matsuei. Aguh. Muraki/Tsuzuki all the way. I was so pissed at Hisoka when he interrupted at the exact moment when Muraki was about to claim his "prize" from the poker game. I was like "NO! YOU JUST SCREWED UP THE SEMI-NONCONSENSUAL SEX, DAMN YOU!" Mmm. And I bought a long-stemmed wineglass so I can stroke it and pretend to be Muraki, who is my new hero.
Plus we went to the Columbus Art Museum and I saw a painting that I really love called "The Attic Scene." And, trust me, I'm not normally a fan of still life. But it's so gloomy and smooth and purple. It makes me think of Muraki and Tsuzuki (violet eyes, yes?) and now I want to write a fic about that. Spinning wheel indeed.