la vie en rose.

It's 2.20 in the morning and sleep escapes me. I have no idea why.

Perhaps it's because I haven't actually done anything worthwhile today. But surely it's too late to start something now, right? But let's not worry, for when tomorrow (/later today) comes it shall be a better day, and I shall make sure of it. I'm having a 'nice bab night' with the wife, which always cheers me up on gloomy days.

On a cheerier note, the new Charlaine Harris book comes out very very soon (and I'm talking single figures now)  and that will almost certainly make me insane with happiness, I've waited nearly a year for a new installment. Further, I also have a large pile of books that need reading, and some of them are even educational. My upcoming Introduction to Advanced Literature exam gives me an excuse to finally read through the whole of The Tempest; something I've been meaning to do for ages. I've also got some good material on medieval history to tear through, which in my opinion is hardly a chore.

So, yeah, that's it really. I'm just trying to fill some time before I go to sleep, which will probably take a while, for some reason. Life is good, despite my constant moaning. Although, I still wish I was a bunny rabbit (that somehow has a really fun life and doesn't get run over/eaten/taken as a pet)

I'm going to blog more, the minute I start doing more interesting things with my life.
Btw, that isn't me being pessimistic, the current dullness of my life is a result of my choice to spend my Easter holidays at work, so yeah...

I like my vampires tall, blonde and viking.

okay so this was originally going to be a long-winded philosophical post about life, but then I started googling true blood things and I realised that Dead Reckoning is coming out very very soon, so I now proclaim this post to be entirely true blood orientated.

possibly another reason for the swedish hunk all over my blog tonight is that I watched Thor earlier, and I stand by my previous statements; IT WOULD BE BETTER WITH ALEXANDER SKARSGARD.
although his dad was in it, so maybe that's not toooooo bad.

But yes, from the season four teaser trailer set:

vulnerable, amnesiac Eric is a good break from over-confident, slightly prickish Eric. Both are still sexy though, and I would have either, any day of the week:)

I appreciate this much more than the average human being.

also, I know it's not really relevant to anything but I got my tragus pierced, which in my opinion is exciting (and daring, I was fucking shitting it.) so here's a picture of my beautifully bloody ear (with a lovely chav stud in)

 lovely blood pool, omnomnom.

salvete!