.: so comes snow after fire :.

Yesterday I went to the dentist. I stayed there three hours in total, had two teeth re-done from scratch, more or less, and even if everyone was incredibly nice, it was still a bad experience. The left side of my face kept hurting until late last night, even with painkillers, and today it still hurts when I eat. At least today I'm able to talk again. Yesterday I couldn't even carry a simple conversation on the phone without flinching every two words, and I couldn't even call space_oddity_75 to fangirl over Uskerty! Unacceptable! (When I'm pain I turn into the Earl of Lemongrab, apparently)

Being cut off from the rest of humanity at least allowed me to spend the time I usually spend socializing finishing the second season of Luther. Way better than the first one, I loved it. More character development, less gruesome but ultimately boring cases, that's the way it should be. And it made me long for London so much it felt like my heart was bursting out of my chest. I love that city, obviously, and I love watching movies and tv shows set in it, but I'd never felt so desperately, painfully nostalgic, like someone was squeezing my lungs. I'm blaming the medications, yes yes. I'm a tough, cynical person, that's me.



Speaking of, a picture of Sakura sleeping on the couch. I would like to point out that she's sleeping half off the edge of the couch. I took the picture then grabbed her before she could fall, and she didn't appreciate it at all. So I got her box (she loves that box) and put it on the couch, and now she has her personal, safe-proofed paper bed she can't fall off. I'm very proud of myself.



My aunt is not going to like it at all, but since boxes are by definition kitty magnets now I always know where she is: not falling off the couch. ;)

Ok, now painkillers, cup of tea and a nap. Stupid teeth.

First, real life update. On friday Mom was moved to the main hospital, she'll stay there in an isolated room until she's finished fighting that nasty infection. They didn't tell me how long it's supposed to take, obviously, so I'll just have to wait. Even if waiting is literally 99% of what we all do in these situations, it is still nerve-wrecking.

Yesterday morning I had just called the hospital, I was tired and worried and on the verge of tears, so I thought I could start on one of the many tv shows I had downloaded these past few months for such an occasion. I started with Luther. I had absolutely no idea what it was about, except that it was probably about cops, definitely about London, that it had Idris Elba in it and it was grim. My, it certainly is! I loved the pilot, great acting, fascinating plot, and I was definitely not expecting that ending. Forgive me if I'm wrong, but isn't the fandom's favourite otp Luther/Alice? Wow. That brings back memories of Tokyo Babylon indeed. *___________*

Since it is a grim show, and quite a punch in the gut, I thought I could alternate it with Miranda episodes. stardust_made suggested it to me, said it was great fun, and I thought it would be a nice way to regulate the depressing storylines. Five hours later, I was halfway through the second season of Miranda, and my throat hurt a lot from all the laughing. It is so incredibly funny and witty, I'm utterly in love with Miranda and share her taste in music and habit of breaking into song as a comment in conversations, although I only do it in private or in front of my closest friends. :D The occasional John Finnemore appearance always makes me squee like a lunatic, to the point that I always have to rewind his scenes to hear what he's saying, and I'm shipping Miranda/Gary with the force of a thousand burning suns, I'm not even kidding. I'm usually not a fan of the ol' will they/won't they routine, but in this case I'm ferociously invested in this ship. I find myself shouting at the screen the same things I used to shout at Gene Hunt and Alex Drake. Good times. :D

This morning I finished Miranda (up-to-date with episode 3x03), now lunch and back to poor DCI Luther, who's feeling very neglected. ;)

Bonus picture, something that arrived yesterday:



I ordered it from England shortly before Christmas. I used to have one, it was the last gift I ever gave my sis, but it got stolen in 2009 when my apartment was burgled. For me to buy a new one, it's an incredible step forward. Seriously, I'm still not used to me just getting over a traumatic experience. I'm waiting for some kind of rebound, and it's not happening, and it's confusing and amazing at the same time. Go therapy! *_____*