You might think I’m making this up, but I’m not. There is a bit of parsley stuck in my throat. And no matter what I try to wash it down with it. Won’t. Move.
It’s simply there, making its infernal, prickly presence felt every time I dare to swallow. Which I apparently do a lot more of than I thought I did. All it took was some obstinate herb action to figure it out. It’s ridiculous how that’s all I can think about – a bit of vegetation stuck in my throat. But then, horror of horrors: what if it’s stuck there forever? What if I have to walk around with this bit of prickly parsley stuck in my throat for the rest of my life?
It’s just so ridiculous. To be brought down by parsley.
On a happier note, I am very speedily nearing the end of “Anna Karenina”. Oh joy! I am so close to the end that I can smell it.
And it smells like tragedy because I know how it ends. After all this time. I mean, the enormity of the book alone is enough to warrant loud festivities.
But if you’re like me, and started the book, getting way past the halfway point, only to make the colossal mistake of stopping, and then deciding to pick it up after a year and a half and re-reading it – well, you can see why I would be ecstatic. Not only that but I was in a race against the cinemas trying to finish it before the new film came out (and it still hasn’t where I am, so I still WIN). Not that that’s a good reason to finish a book, and it isn’t the only reason. There’s enough in it for me to like (and dislike, and laugh at, and scoff at, but I digress) but it’s a happy occasion for a bookworm whenever a book is adapted to the bigscreen. Even if all you’re going to do afterwards is grumble and complain about how almost everything was a mistake.
But! “Anna Karenina”! So near the end!
I know, Mrs. B. I can barely contain myself, either.
And now for something else that’s pretty up there when it comes to inducing Mrs. Bennet-level hysteria. I happened to be watching Ugly Betty recently when I noticed this:
Need I even say more? That’s such a dead on resemblance to Sherlock that it’s not even funny. On top of which, a lot of fanart’s been depicting him with wings following “The Reichenbach Fall”, so you can see why I’m a bit of a goner. I’m not the only one seeing this right? Look at it – the coat, the hair, and this was taken several years before as well! Ah! When fictional worlds collide. Such is the exciting life of a fangirl. Envy me.