It's odd, really. From the last couple of posts, you people would assume I'm dying. Nope, I'm actually feeling quite fit, aside from hacking coughs, muscle seizures, and a runny nose. It's like the point is to annoy me, not to hurt me.
Or, most likely, I'm putting far too much into this. It's just a virus, stupid me.
Fire drill soon, if Sloan's to be believed. Which he is, 'cause he's Sloan. I can't believe Sloan is retiring this year, it's insane.
Haven't used this icon in a while. Which I just typed as 'a mile'. Yeeeeeesh.
Am wanting to write a Tamora Pierce fic about the "third female page" (common type of fic in the TP zone on FFN). Told from the POV of a boy page who wanted to be a merchant, gosh darnit, but is an only child of a significant noble.
Jeez! Mr. Cornell's throwing Tootsie Rolls again! He has bad aim, and a strong arm. I need a helmet here!