I just spent the last five hours rereading a good fic and rambling for two pages about one of the characters to the author. You don’t know how much I have to appreciate a story to do this when I happen to have written a story at work myself that same day and have yet to type it up because of said pastime :D

In other news, I’m so sick of borrowing my parents’ cars it’s not even funny. Today I woke up the entire family just trying to figure out how to get to work. I’m just like Hime-chan. For nineteen more days.

I still have, like, seven dreams to type up. One of these days I really will.

K, enough. Methinks I’ma stay up late and do some stuff before I go to bed. It is technically bedtime right now. One half-hour, and then I’m gone.