To elaborate on the previous, potentially misleading journal entry ( Read more... )

Not a terrific day.

Ach, well.

My love to everyone, especially those whom I have unwittingly offended.

So. Marietta e-mail has bitten the dust all weekend, which has wreaked havoc on the newspaper staff and probably made mirrorqueen unhappy with me for not beta-ing her fic yet--and so now that I have finished taking notes on Mercy Otis Warren and Maria Weston Chapman, I will devote my time to re-reading and editing it and making it as pretty as I possibly can ( Read more... )

Today, he is gone.

He is gone, and I do not know what that means. Has Skadi won? Has Loki moved on?

I do not know, and it is no longer my affair.

I serve Mielikki, if she's one of them or truly divine or if they are truly divine, and it is no longer my affair what happens to Loki, Skadi, Odin, or any of the others.

+smile+ I'm now in Marietta.

( What happened, and who was there )

Today, I end this.

>.< I can't believe this--I'm still skin-crawling jumpy. I feel like I want to rip my skin off in shreds. I want to scream; I want to sing; I want to be bigger than the world, and frankly I want nothing more than to gibber maniacally ( Read more... )

Jumpy. Blasted heck jumpy, not afraid but rather on high alert. Senses tingling; can feel air--cold--texture--pressure with greater strength; can taste coffee with greater richness of flavour ( Read more... )

. . . so yes, I'm both discomfited and slightly irritated. But let that pass ( Read more... )

I have at last vanquished Shakespeare in battle, taking him down with the demise of King Richard the Third! Now, I must needs proceed to conquer Marlowe.

(Edited to add: Because my beloved Bartleby.com has every important Marlowe play except The Jew of Malta and Tamburlaine, I shall have to strike those two from my list of goals to accomplish by ( Read more... )