I have fallen quite ill. While I try to overcome this fever, I expect at least two drafts of an essay concerning (historical) vigilantism in Asia. Word count is 2700. Finish the first draft within eight days.
[(OOC: actually, mun has fallen ill again. /stabs self.)]
[(OOC Translation: Hormone-Driven Teen Giotto is here and... Hyper Intuition told him to experiment (read: mess) with his older self's laptop. His computer skills will improve with time, but (ic-wise) every thing will be written in Italian.)]
G. is here. I can drink all I want now, knowing there will be someone escorting me safely back home. It's wonderful seeing you again, G. There's so much I have to tell you.