Aforementioned HikaGo fic!

I suppose after all the fuss y'all are expecting a fic in which Things Happen. Things do not Happen in this fic. It is short and about noodles. It doesn't even have any BL, or at any rate not more than the canon does. [/straight face]

This is a first draft, completed ten minutes ago. Treat accordingly.

( chapter 148, post-elevator )

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( HikaGo spoiler babble )

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I know I'm reaching lj-social saturation point (saturation point. That's the word you wanted, metempsychosis), because the viewpost-comment-reply cycle is approaching real-time. The last time I remember real-time was in the glory days of the AMLA; Shioul never. It takes hours to apply the ornate veneer of pretension, dash it all.

Missed all the good people on American Idol tonight, as was home late due to finishing up Pattern Recognition in the bookstore. Buggrit. Was forced instead to take cognizance of the following information, which I could have done as well without: "I Just Can't Get Enough" is a Hyundai commercial, and Simon Cowell was born of woman. I mean, there goes *my* theory.

...I hate TV, actually. It unbalances my humours toward bile.