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Working from home today, as I have the mother of all colds. I would prefer to ditch work altogether, but I needed to finish some stuff for a meeting held all tuesdays. Ugh.

I dreamt a practically complete Arrow episode on Saturday night (which involved a cunning plan of someone poisoning a cat - bastards - to bring a kid to his dad's grave to bury the cat and then kill him and then use plastic helicopter blades to fly the earth away to, I don't know, another universe I suppose. All of this explained by Donna from Parks and Rec. I really don't know). So I took it to be a not so subtle way of my brain requesting I actually watch the series.

So I started watching it! I was expecting the start of it to be Vampire-Diaries-Pilot levels of bad, and while everyone is stiff and whatnot it wasn't nearly as bad, so I'm sticking with it. Fandom has promised me Oliver/Felicity are endgame and if they're not I shall be very, very mad.

And in other news, Hannibal was just as suspenseful, beautiful, creepy and horrifying as was expected. THANK GOD YOU'RE BACK, SHOW.