It's four twenty in the morning. I'm awake and dressed, sans jewelry. Maybe I'll actually do my hair today. And I have to make Fox his medal and ham sandwich. I'm not entirely sure where to acquire the hooker/s I promised him, though. I could do it, 'cause apparently I dress like a cheap hooker; however, I can think of at least twenty ways that could go wrong. And I need to finish up other obligations, too. I am so behiiind. I just want to bury myself in books, because it's a way to seem like I might actually possess some semblance of intelligence while really just procrastinating on the art I owe people. And I have a bunch of those I need to read, too. I'm working on The Restoration Game and Clockwork Angel simultaneously right now, since I've finished The Fellowship of the Ring and the Looking Glass Wars trilogy. And someone who will be referred to as Mephistopheles simply because he refuses to divulge his identity to anybody (I'm not certain I'm complaining. It gives a forum full of girls an amusing stalk-quest) already recommended to me American Gods and Good Omens, and people can't recommend books to me without me absolutely dying to read them. I am going to get so behind. Right when I was actually making some progress in the read-your-dang-books area.
Speaking of behind, maybe I should make breakfast or something,
Andrea! <3
P.S. -- I think a ladybug just landed in my lap....
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