Plotbunny

It attacked last night, demanding steampunked sci-fi. It then progressed into approximately a page and a half of careful scribbles on what would happen if someone leaked Torchwood technology in the Victorian era and that caught on after Torchwood going "Well, fuck. I wonder if we can turn a profit off this" and developing into a R&D chain. Complete, of course, with notes on what the technology would entail and when official contact was made for interstellar trade. It concluded itself with notes on stories within this bizarre universe and will be written, studies permitting, over the next year or so.

Ow and birthdays

So it's now quarter to three on the morning of my birthday. Naturally, I'd rather be in bed by now but alas, no such luck. I don't know what it is, but my right arm decided to go and start hurting about seven and now the only position that doesn't hurt is if I'm sitting up and my hand and forearm are in my lap. What a lovely way to begin my nineteenth year.