disconnected ramblings

Of course, my head is in its usual state of fizzing about with three times as many thoughts as it has room for. Many of them I don't want to write about here, which certainly doesn't help me with getting my head straight. How can I log on here and tell you all how I'm feeling when I'm happy and exhausted and hopeful and aching and nervous and self-doubting and baselessly optimistic?

Getting up for work at 7am (which is 6am in disguise, because the clocks have gone forward) I was so sleepy I confused "the time I need to be at work" with "the time I need to leave for work" and got here twenty minutes late.

Someone has defaced the door here so that it says "Un versity of Oxford".

And I have LJ icons of people I've met / who are my Facebook friends and yesterday I saw David Mitchell in person; my fannishness is deeply problematic when its subjects exist beyond my conception of them. Perfect example - I just looked on David Mitchell's Twitter and there's someone I know calling him on a nasty John Prescott joke. How can I idealise these people when it turns out that they're just as human and flawed as I am?

Just as easily as I can be a Radical Feminist Burlesque Superstar (photo by shimgray, who needs to tell me how to credit him outside LJ-land) while being this flawed and human, I suspect.