MM, I think you and Aims need a vacation BAD.

I wouldn't say no to one.

MM having reminded me, I suddenly feel compelled to relate my dream. Feel free to stop reading if you like.

In my dream there was a shape-shifter* who was pretending to be someone else, but she was blind so it was possible to test it if you suspected it was her. Except she was sort of like a supervillain, so she was very very good at pretending not to be blind. Also, she lived in an apartment that in my dream I identified as being just like Jen's old condo. Even though it wasn't at all. And the shapeshifter was pretending to be someone so she could sleep with Snape. In my dream I remember coming to very clear conclusions about things we had learned earlier in the dream, like "Aha, that's why she wants to be tied up, because she doesn't know if he's slept with the person she's pretending to be since the last time she was here, so she doesn't want to get things wrong." And Snape lived in a neighborhood covered with crude graffiti, but he'd cursed his own parking space so no paint would stick to it. Clever man, that Snape. Not so clever as to realize he was sleeping with the wrong woman, apparently, but clever anyway.

(* Who, in the way of dreams, seems to have been not so much a shapeshifter as vaguely similar-looking to the other woman. But you know how dreams can stick labels on things, like there's something that you regard as a banana all through the dream, and then after you wake up you think, "But it was round and green and quite definitely an apple." Or maybe that's just me and my brain is misfiring. Ah well.)

I'm not sure but what people wanting to sleep with Snape might be nastier than MM's dream.

Getting great new job~ma for Aimee.

Keep in mind, though, movie Snape. So, you know, Alan Rickman.

I've had fantasies about Snape.

I've had fantasies about Snape.

I don't think that needs to be a small font admission in these parts.

Glad to hear Kristin's getting fixed up. Liquid and lungs is not a good combination.

Matilda kept us up most of the night, so now we're tired and gronky. Also, after we took her into the bed she kicked me in the kidneys about 8,322 times. It was like sleeping with an agitated wallaby.

And Snape lived in a neighborhood covered with crude graffiti, but he'd cursed his own parking space so no paint would stick to it.

Emily's brain for the win!

(Andi, I entirely respect your lack of desire to sleep with Snape, but...SNAPE! Gah! As soon as I read that your Supervillain Lady was disguising herself in order to sleep with Snape I nodded to myself, and said out loud "Oh, well, in THAT case....")

(...er, in fact I think it's safe to admit that one of the things I like about the chap I presently fancy is that his name is Sev, so he even wins at having a good name. Now if I stumble across someone called Dr Jack L. Wesley Ecchols-McStark-Norrington, he may find himself in with some competition...)

I don't think that needs to be a small font admission in these parts.

Seriously! First off, the aforementioned Rickman component, but also: issues of sin, repentance, redemption, what it means to be a good person, prejudice, atonement, loyalty -- for fans of the story arcs of Angel, Spike, or Faith, this is the hard stuff! Plus, the "I'm not good, I'm not nice, I'm just right" element -- I love the wicked witch, man.

Er, you've set me off. My apologies. I just find him a very compelling character, and the Rickman thing did not hurt.

his name is Sev

For Severus, or Severin? Because the latter....well, that could be quite interesting.

And I'm not sharing where my brain went with that.

I feel like a whiny baby complaining about a cold when Kristin is in the hospital with pneumonia, but -- I have a bad cold and it sucks and I'm at work because I'm paranoid about taking too many sick days and my incomptent!boss not believing I'm sick, since he implied as much a while back.

Ears are stuffed up and itchy. Head is stuffed up. Sinuses ache. Throat hurts. Neck is sore. Have a fever.

Under normal circumstances, I would NEVER come to work with a fever, but -- like I said, I'm paranoid now. Like I have to prove that I'm sick.

I'm planning on licking incompetent!boss's phone.

You think I'm kidding, but I'm not.

Always.

...

...

Anything.

::blows nose::

(Meanwhile I'm waiting for billytea to chime in with some TMI information about sleeping with baby wallabies...)

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Tep - that would be the latter.