Last night I went to bed rather late, and then lay around for four hours wisout sneeping. I got up and worked on my unprecedented GW fic for, like, an hour or something, and then went back to bed and finally fell asleep. Stupid insomnia that I hate so much. At least I’m off today so it didn’t matter too terribly.

So the other day as I was walking to work, it struck me that Saitou/Sano is the corpse in the basement of the (alternate) Clanbronwyn Hotel, and I’m the hand in the water. Yesterday I didn’t feel so much like that, but in general I think it’s a good (if incredibly pretentiously geeky) analogy.

My arm and hand have been hurting unusually much lately, and I feel like resting them today is a good idea. We’ll see how much HR I can manage to get colored tomorrow.

Oh, man, I just had the greatest omelette ever. Why is my life so awesome.

I may have to buy this FMA manga. Roy is made of love.