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I read W2's fic. Then I sent her mail. Then I consumed what felt like twice my body volume in whisky. Now I'm sitting here wondering if it'd qualify as h/c. I mean, in the manner of those vodka screwdrivers that people always threaten you with if they want to get you drunk fast: a big highball glass full of hurt, with mebbe three drops of comfort in it to turn the whole thing orange and make it *look* like a vodka screwdriver... don't blog when driven to drink by fanfiction. Right.

(I think I sound more interesting in livejournal, though. Perhaps because I'm less inhibited, though I'm damned if I know why.)

The real beauty of the thing was that I had the playlist I'm betatesting for bishink on as I was reading, and it pulled "Blue" from CB OST. T_T Now I just want to go whack some butterflies in Macalania Forest or something, but my hand-eye coordination is all shot to hell.

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*whine whine* Sleepy wanna go to bed don't wanna blog don't wanna answer email who died and made me public relations officer anyway?

Tania read the cards for me today. The final outcome is apparently a cross on some key event in my near future: a lock, or a blessing. (The Rood Inverse...) Could be bad, could be good. A definite maybe. The inner Bradley Crawford has been *very* loud today.

(Re: the Luzzu vs. Gatta divergence circa Op. Mi'ihen. ...Who the hell consulted on this game, CLAMP? That was a rhetorical question, don't answer it in a way that would upset me.)