Dolorous Ett's Bestiary

A friend gave me a catologue for ordering superior brands of whisky. And what an eye-opener that was. Would you believe that I used to think that what whisky tasted of was whisky?

( And how wrong I was... )

Other news. After a rather odd day, I'm recovered from the wierd chemicals my dentist shot into my jaw yesterday.

I'm having visitors to stay tomorrow. After Herculean efforts, my flat really seems quite nice, leaving me wondering why I'm such a slob that I only tidy up properly when I know someone's coming to see me...

And my anti-Wolfstar fic, My Eyes Are Dim, I Cannot See is finally up on Fiction Alley. Most visitors here will have read it already, but if you have wandered here from elsewhere, here's a summary:

A young Muggle woman attends her first Wizarding gathering, and is irresistibly drawn to an interesting young man... until her sister decides to take a hand. This is the story of a love cut off before it ever got a chance to exist, and the lives it changed. It is also by way of being an Awful Warning of how much trouble can be caused by romantic, well-meaning people who read far too much into something that just isn't there.

It's only a minor work, but I'm hoping it will earn me a flame or two, thereby establishing my credibility with the Really Cool People.