The return of the winged shadow of the doomed forest of the stormy sea

[winter]

I survived Christmas with the family pretty well, unless you count random bouts of narcolepsy - it's just post-stress decompression, but nevertheless it's a little unnerving how I kept dropping off at random moments. I had about ten minutes' warning to find a horizontal surface, and then wham - off to la la land. For some reason, I kept having strange nightmares that featured characters from King Kong in strange theatres that showed Dance of the Vampires. Once, Richard Roxburgh's Dracula was on stage, but for some reason no-one would let him sing, though he really wanted to. Instead, he danced on a chair.

I'll do a picspam tomorrow once I catch up with LJ - my lil' nephew has turned into an emo kid, and both he and my mother have gifted me with jewelry that bears immortalizing through digicam. I also finally have my own copy of the two-volume collected Narnia, as well as random items such as Batman Begins and Sin City. Yay for commercialism and fic inspiration.

Well, I'm back now.

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[calatha.livejournal.com]

Richard Roxburgh's Dracula was on stage, but for some reason no-one would let him sing, though he really wanted to. Instead, he danced on a chair.

I'm picturing it. Ehehehe.