wasn't kidding when i said goodbye

[cimorene]

the love of my life has gone to bed. i don't care that i can see her tomorrow--i'm still going to pout. and console myself by reading pros slash until i'm mushy and warm and faintly sloshy. ::firm nod:: i got home half an hour ago and my nose is still cold. is this a bad sign?

also: RIP claire's computer. you shall be much missed.