.: so comes snow after fire :.

I just realized today's Professor Tolkien's birthday. A lot of my friends on tumblr and twitter are celebrating by toasting to him, and I decided to join them. Trouble is, I only have prosecco in the house, leftover from NYE. It is the least Hobbitish drink I can imagine, thus I'm sitting here alone sipping from my glass while doing my best Thranduil impression. I am being silently judged by the cat. :D

Today I woke up with a bit of a cold. I'm glad it only affected my voice and nothing more, as on monday I'll have the first therapy session of 2015, after a two-week-long break. I have so many things to tell my therapist, I can't get sick now! I feel like I've done a lot of progress while I was away; as I thought, the change of scenery did wonders for my mind. But I still feel there's a lot of work left to do on the big anxiety crisis of last month. One step at a time. ^^

What else? Yesterday I watched the last Miranda episode, and I loved it to pieces. Even cried a bit. Today I did the laundry, mopped the floors, but didn't unpack yet, because my brain works in mysterious ways. It always takes me days to unpack after a trip. And my aunt just called me to tell me last night she was snoring so loud she woke herself up. I love my aunt dearly, but sleeping in the same room with her is something I always try to avoid. It always ends up with me spending the night wide awake staring at the ceiling. So we laughed a lot about this accident, and I maybe sort of convinced her to see a doctor about it. Crossing fingers here!

And now, it's time to read Thorin/Bilbo fluffy fix-it fics before going to bed. ♥

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! *_____*