I am sitting in front of my computer, reading the most angsty and unhappy Stephen/Hugh fics I can find, and crying. Why I am doing this I could not say- today was a wonderful, wonderful day; the play opened and went brilliantly and people loved my scene and laughed and actually understood the netspeak, and Tony gave me a sword. Or temporarily leant me a sword until we can figure out payment. I had a cheap burger and Cajun fries at the Groveland Tap afterwards with my parents. It's cool and wet and misty out. Everything is very good today, but for some reason, I am sitting here with tears pouring down my face, torturing myself with angsty Stugh, which I almost never read because I cannot stand imagining those two beautiful, wonderful, amazing men unhappy.
I must be insane.
P.S.- this is a very good song, however; I'd recommend it. It makes me want to dance. Even though I'm crying.
P.P.S- Go read this and give me a gushing review, make me smile a bit. *blushes* I'm terribly sorry, I'm being rather inexcusable. But this is my latest fic; Jeeves and Wooster and very smutty. Mmm.http://community.livejournal.com/fryandorlaurie/331330.html