I can't promise that I'll grow those wings or get this tarnished halo shined...

[allfireburns]

I AM SITTING AT MY DESK. IN MY BEDROOM. WITH THE COMPUTER PLUGGED IN. IT IS A GLORIOUS FEELING.

...something about the current arrangement of the room, with the desk in the bedroom and all also makes me feel like I'm sixteen again and I don't know why. We shall disregard that feeling for the moment.

I haven't really been able to focus on anything today. I managed to beta a fic for lionessvalenti, and I cleaned up the cast list because _chibidragon_ reminded me that hey, I was going to finish the activity check... yesterday, but besides that? Cannot pay attention to anything for longer than five, maybe ten minutes. It sucks.

You should all go look at the cast list though, because it's just so pretty. I shoved Julia and Martin to NPC status - Julia because I can't keep her active but I do want a first angel still in Chicago, Martin because all his CR keeps dropping or dying, but I couldn't convince him to go to Colombia. Yeah, now he gets attached to Chicago. Go figure. So now I have thirteen characters, and two of those are doomed to die (or... something) at some point in the nearish future. \o/

And... both Twitter and LJ notifications are failing me today, so if I seem like I'm ignoring you or your tags or anything today, I'm not. Technology just hates me.

...yeah, I'm gonna go write now. Or at least pretend to until I have to fall into bed. I'm getting really good at that "pretending to write" thing. Not so much the actual writing.

EDIT: Okay, I forgot that it is still cold at night, and the bedroom with the door closed is cut off from any source of heat. BRB, finding ways to not freeze to death.

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[yetregressing]

In defense of the sixteen year olds... it's not THAT bad. (Don't read my journal as evidence of this fact. You will not find evidence there. :| <3)

[allfireburns]

XD It's not so bad, really, just... really strange. It's a weird feeling.

Plus, whenever Beka walks into the room, I have a momentary "OH GOD, MY GIRLFRIEND IS IN MY ROOM WITH THE DOOR CLOSED. OMGZ."

...like we didn't do that when I was sixteen too. Still.

[yetregressing]

Haha. I've never really had that feeling (mostly because I've never had a girlfriend), but I imagine it'd be kind of like the feeling I had when I invited my brother into my room because I was cleaning up and then we were going to watch TV, but he's not technically allowed to be in the common room by himself. (He's also not technically allowed to be in my room with the door closed--or really be in my room at all--but it was move-in day and no one was around.) I was just like, "I reaaaaaaally hope the dorm master doesn't come knocking on my door." Because having a boy in your room with the door closed? NOT. ALLOWED.