Desire!Lite and Despair!Lite

I am bored. No one's online, thus no one is posting. If no one is posting, I cannot post. (I was so bored, I posted on FAP.)

I want to continue reading The Supernaturalists, but the chapter's pretty long and I'm sleepy.

I want to watch El Crimen Del Padre Amaro, but why watch Gael Garcie Bernal if Diego Luna isn't snogging him? (Damn you, kiwi666!!! Your Theodore haunts me so. :D)

I want to write, but I'm not in a writing mood today. I don't know why. It's not as if I haven't got any ideas--heaven knows I've got plenty of ships to write! Every time I open a word doc, though, I end up enthralled with the white screen. Every open page of a notebook suddenly seems too clean to taint with words. I think it's writer's block.

I want to send mail to people, but Gmail isn't letting me. (Three days now. *stones Gmail*)

So many wants, none of which I think I can have for now, except for maybe one.

I want to sleep.

P.S. isolation_tower isolation_tower isolation_tower isolation_tower isolation_tower isolation_tower isolation_tower isolation_tower isolation_tower isolation_tower isolation_tower isolation_tower

P.P.S. sailorsimba, I haven't spoken to you in a while. *misses*