apprentice_lurk

((Another day of invigilating over, and here's me trotting into town to go get some of my wild mane lopped off. I'd just like to put it on record that I want the human body to come with a body clock reset switch, so that when I - reasonably enough - reckon that forcing yourself to be tired before midnight (by staying up late the night before) in order to get up for half past seven will actually work, logic prevails over reality. Humph.

Due to spending all my free time yesterday IMing TF/Marvelverse porn with Rath, I've had her headcast wandering through my brain. I was just wondering about various bits of Virgin's history when I came upon a white feather beside the path and, being the superstitions thing that I am, grinned and took this to be a hello from a certain wide-eyed wibbly thing, given that I'd just been thinking about it. I pick it up, admire it as I walk, and no more than three steps further on come across a dead white pidgeon.

...

I let the feather go. It didn't exactly feel right to keep it.))