ooh, look at the pretty new icon

Mal is sitting at the foot of my bed, giving serious thought to jumping from there up to the top of my dresser. It may or may not be physically possible for him to accomplish that task, but the fact of the matter is, the top of my dresser is completely cluttered with a million bits of random stuff, leaving absolutely no room for a cat. If he really does make the attempt and succeed, there is going to be one sizeable mess.

I am, at the moment, taking full advantage of my new wireless state of being to work on Merlin fic in bed. Yes, you heard me, Merlin fic. God knows if I'll ever finish it - looking at the fifty or so SGA fics I started and never finished, the outlook isn't great, but it's something to do on a Monday night, when I'm feeling too bleh to do anything else. Besides, researching Arthurian legend is no shabby way to spend an evening. And neither is icon searching, apparently, since I just spent half an hour looking at pretty pretty pictures of the boys and girls of Merlin. The one here (and the other three I picked out) is by fancifull.

Right, okay, Merlin fic. Off I go.