...good god.
Jan. 6th, 2006 11:57 pmI have just spent close to three hours attempting to filk, and have a new appreciation for the people who actually write the damn stuff. I'm sure it's easier with beer.
(And *now* I remember the wildberry coolers... oh well.)
End result: perhaps thirty tortured lines, and a very strong desire to run around somewhere waving lilacs and yelling something motivational about dragons.
I should go to bed before I start mixing pale purple paint. Have a ton of stuff to catch up on tomorrow.
(And *now* I remember the wildberry coolers... oh well.)
End result: perhaps thirty tortured lines, and a very strong desire to run around somewhere waving lilacs and yelling something motivational about dragons.
I should go to bed before I start mixing pale purple paint. Have a ton of stuff to catch up on tomorrow.