Some Morning Rowr

I turned off Windows automatic updates this morning because I am paranoid that they will bork my machine. Am I being foolhardy or prudent?


This picture makes me happy:




I think it's the belts.


Oh, and

I write like
Raymond Chandler

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

FIC(Drabble): Dust and Spidersilk

Title: Dust and Spidersilk

Author: laguera25

Fandom: Harry Potter

Character: Harry Potter

Word Count: 131

Prompt: Cling

A/N: Written for hpgen100

Memories cling like spidersilk, like dust on his skin. He can't shake them off, and he's not sure he would even if he could; not because he wants to keep them--there are memories he would erase if he could, fragments of recollection that flutter uneasily in his mind like tatters of rotten lace--but because he's not sure he should. Each loss reshapes him, and he's afraid that to lose a memory, no matter how poisoned and rancid, is to lose a part of himself, perhaps even that part that has won him his happiness, Ginny and the children and a life of boring domesticity.

So he holds to his memories and hopes they do not not rise up against him in the night to smother him in his sleep.