I'm getting quite weary of forgetting bits of plot/character/dialogue that I KNOW my brain once came up with, but that I can no longer recall. I've finally gotten into the habit of carrying pen and notebook with me where ever I go, but even that's not good enough; I need a gorram tape recorder or something. Or a pensieve. That would be the SHIT.
( Like this, for example. I REALLY wish I remember the context I had cooked up for this wee bit of scene I wrote on a napkin and then transcribed into my notebook... )Heading up to the library for a bit before Newman Club begins. I've decided to rip the band-aid off and return all of my library books in one fell swoop. Well, nearly all of them, I still want to peruse the one about James Wilson. But the others are going, I swear it! And I'm not even going to go looking for new ones, honest! I will resist the siren call of the stacks, scout's honor!
Love for my new icon...OH
BOB. ^_^
*seriously hopes to get a second season of Dresden Files*
EDIT: And WOW...a Harry Potter theory that sort of fills me with glee at the thought. It'll never happen, but it still tickles my fancy. And besides, it's all centered around SOCKS!
Ron=Dumbledore?!