two lips on my tears, two more covering your ears--

[cimorene]

i'm awake again; i think, all totalled up, i got about twelve hours of sleep, which is probably good. i needed it, and my stomach feels better than it did at 7 am. i'm being stalked by family on aim, and by stalked i mean 'talked to.' i should probably be writing today, but i'm all restless. maybe i'll make some harry potter icons. one thing i will NOT do is write another installment of the hell!fic with lij and daniel radcliffe. there's quite a little coterie over at thehandbasket, by the way.

in other news, it has always been hard for me to hate people. or rather, hard to really mean it for more than five minutes or so. but it's getting easier. i wouldn't mind stuffing george bush in a trashcan somewhere and sealing all the air out, for instance. and that's just one example. the list of people not to fuck with or i'd like to disembowel you has expanded beyond cuddlepint and guinevere33 and my aubry, too. i'm not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing. but. moral ambiguity, here i come.

also: maybe southpaw526 and ninglor and fuschia and myself all in the same place in a few weekends? SQUEE.