Also: Liz's hilarious Spartacus recaps, The Vampire Diaries, Merlin and Supernatural = all waiting for you. <3
So I almost died this weekend. (Not really.) I pulled a muscle in my neck and shoulder and took a muscle relaxer and then sat in the hot tub, cranked up to 102 (which means it got to 106.) I couldn't read the book I had on my Kindle when the screen started to steam (I have it in a ziplock bag, I'm smart like that) so I set it aside and floated my arms out as I sat on the bench.
Cut to however long later when I woke up as my face slipped under the water. WHEE! Wow, did I feel super relaxed, though. Mmm, drugs and steam.
It's grey and windy and cold out, the kids are scrubbing their bedrooms (never tell me you're bored! NEVER.) and I've added a good 3000 words to my ever-growing fic and I am feeling quite lovely about things. Even though every Klaine fic I'm writing lately is like writing the alternate universe that I wish I lived in.
It all begins with this album cover, and this was my most favorite thing to listen to as a little girl, with Barbara Streisand's Evergreen hot on its heels. (Such a child of the 70s...)
That was my dream home in NYC. I had an entire world made up from that album cover when I was five years old. The cat was Doka, I had all of my favorite records on a shelf with bricks and plywood, there was a fishnet with shells and a starfish on the wall (just like in my house!) a macramé owl plant holder (just like in my house!) and I was a writer and a singer and I had hard wood floors with pretty rugs everywhere and I didn't have to share anything (I had bunk beds with my older sister).
When I was a teenager, I still wanted all of this, except I was an actress/writer on SNL. I could play music as loud as I wanted, I could sleep in or get up really early, I could go anywhere, come home anytime, I could have friends over or be completely by myself. I had all of the wonderful things of NYC at my fingertips and damn, that still sounds ideal.
I love my family and my life (most of the time.) But I still love that alternate me that doesn't have to answer to anyone and walks barefoot through my amazing loft apartment with my tabby at the windowsill. (I've never had a tabby, can you believe that? One day, and she will be named Doka. I have no idea where that name came from, I always had an imaginary pet named that as a little kid.)
SIGH. So instead I'll just write about imaginary characters living the imaginary life I wish I had had.
Dead Science: making a people splitter so people can live dual lives for a period of time, then come back together would be pretty sweet. Except for how it would end. Hmm, maybe just a shared consciousness, then, and let them carry on with their own worlds?
I feel like making old school popcorn. Who wants theirs with freshly grated Parm and black pepper?