Just another Manic Tuesday

Sometimes I feel like a compulsive poster. Like I can't stop, even when I have nothing to say. But, I'll try.

Today is the third day of August, and Tuesday. I used to love Tuesdays back when Tuesday meant Buffy the Vampire Slayer and, later, Smallville. Wednesdays were the "lost" day; I neither liked nor disliked the day, but i never remembered to watch anything on television that night. It's one of the main reasons I fell out of Voyager. I enjoyed the show, but it fell into the abyss. Now, I live for Wednesdays, but still enjoy Tuesdays because of Gilmore Girls.

I have a feeling I may be depressed. Either that, or just bored. I'm very unmotivated to write. I've barely started revising the Kal/Morgan fic. I've started COTW 47, but it feels uninspired. Even though I like the way it starts: Clark's hiding in the caves, mooning about Whitney, Lex comes in to smack him over the head, and the have sex. And yet, I can't get into it, and get get myself to write it.

In two weeks, in-services for school starts. I'm looking forward to it, but don't feel excited. I haven't heard about the apartment yet, but I only sent the application off on Friday, so that's to be expected. I was looking for a dress to wear to the wedding I'm going to this month, and couldn't find anything. My boobs are too small for the dress I wanted (grow, damn you!) and everything else is too pink, too black/red, too expensive, too fancy, or too slutty. Figures.

Okay, I think that's enough for this post. Hopefully, I'll perk up later.

In the Still of the Night

This song makes me cry every time I hear it. Now, granted, I only hear it regularly off the De-Lovely soundtrack, and Kevin Kline is singing it as Cole as he's caught up in the memory of his wife, and it's very slow and creaky, and romantic. Plus, apparently it's my dad's favorite song off the CD, and the idea of him always flipping to it first to listen to it (when it's the least musical but most heartfelt on the CD) makes my romantic heart weep.

But, I realized the other day how perfectly it sums up LLAR!Lex's feelings. I just picture him lying in bed next to Clark. Clark's asleep, sheet pooled at his waist, moon playing across his bare chest. Lex is lying on his stomach just watching Clark breathe as a soft breeze sweeps across his back, chilling him.

If it were a movie (or TV) the lyrics would be playing softly in the background:

Do you love me
As I love you
Are you my life to be
My dream come true
Or will this dream of mine
Fade out of site
Like the moon growing dim
On the rim of the hill
In the chill, still of the night

And I can also see them on their wedding, dancing to it, and Lex holding onto Clark so tightly, mouthing the words in soft, desperate whispers in Clark's ear as he starts to believe that, despite his promise to leave, Clark actually never, ever will.

*sniff* I'm very emotional today.

Schmoopy Clex

Okay, I tried to actually write that In the Sill of the Night scene. I'm not sure how well I succeeded.

This, by the way, does not constitute an immediate sequel to LLAR. Meaning, although I will probably use this in the fic, I'm probably not going to write the fic right now.

( In the Still of the Night )