Good heavens, she lives . . .

*smilesmile* I am allliiiiiiiive. Well, not really, this appears to be the jellybeans and tea candy talking. Which reminds me, I need more, having fallen asleep in chemistry again.

Then again, it seemed to be happening to other people too, seeing as how my lab partner was leaned up against the back wall in the room snoring softly. It was sorta cute, he looked all young and helpless . . . *whacks self on head* I really need to chase the muse out of my head. Or at least find one who's not a fox in both senses of the word.

It having been a three day weekend (which I remember surprisingly little of, considering the sheer number of candy wrappers scattered around my computer . . . Oh, hey, I have eggnog in my pack! Woo-hoo!), I actually got a chance to stay up late and talk to peoples, and, and . . *gasp* to write. *blinding smile* Sadly, it also involved a character born of my sugar high.

( You are familiar with the term, 'kender', yes? )

Aodh: You shoulda seen her last night, if you think this is bad. She was doing this great dervish impression, which is impressive if you know how motion sick she can get on a tire swing.

*pouncescufflescuffle*

I had a thought . . . now where did it go . . . *searches the trussed up muse's pockets* Oh! heh. I shall have to see if that'll work when I get home. I might actually end up with a picture next to my entries. *grin*

"--Sunset Boulevard, destination for the stony hearted--*yelp*" Wrong Lloyd musical, mon petit. *sigh* "In dreams he came to me . . ." There we go . . . *starts humming*

Oh, dear gods. Hmm, glad I looked at a clock. I have class in ten minutes.

-la Tae