I might be lacking sleep. You think weird thoughts when you lack sleep, right?

Can't say it isn't entertaining, though. Enzio seems to be having trouble sleeping, too. Lovelorn. Happens to the best of us. If only he liked canned coffee, I could give him a little of mine; it's the stuff of miracles, I swear.

I don't think I've ever been happier to deal with plain everyday normalcy before.

If you say it out loud, it usually becomes true, so! Here goes:

Everything is good.

[ooc: When I leave for college I think I'm going to have to drop my dear, so I'll live it up now. XD <3]

( Reportees, you cannot see this. D< )

( Totally not meant to be such a long evaluation, but might as well start off with a bang. Viewable only to the phantom known as the IX. )

One half of my room is still conspicuously empty. I'm not saying this sudden privacy isn't appreciated, but it's -- kinda weird. Creepy almost, when you're in a hotel ( Read more... )

*it's been twenty minutes lugging around his two suitcases without the aid of his men -- tripping over them, wincing when they hit against his legs, falling up stairs, and pausing to hit his head against door frames. the bruises on his shins are probably forming already. after five minutes of fiddling with the card key, the door is open. an empty ( Read more... )

[This is stupid of me to do when I'm ostensibly packing and cleaning etc., but google talk is important. That is to say, google talk is "and.then.run" for all your talking needs. :) That's all! ]

When I was young, it was imperative that I was to go to confession every holiday. Christmas, Easter, saints' feasts, even Halloween. The priest was always impatient with kids, would command the same of me every time: six Hail Marys and personal apologies to everyone I had wronged (talk about an intimidating thought ( Read more... )

What do you do when you're forced to be lonely and wait ( Read more... )

Time to bury myself in bureaucracy. Also known as routine paperwork. Guh.

I'll be out for a while; everyone take care of yourselves. *hand on neck; it hurts!*

[ooc: Airplanes = no intarwebs or ways to keep track of things. KEEP IT REAL, YO. DON'T KILL EACH OTHER.

And also, it would be good to catch these things early, so! CONCRIT FOR ( Read more... )