God. Another one of those days when really, in a just world, I would be allowed stay in bed all day and read. Alas, I must come into work, bedraggled as I am. And French class tonight, too! Blaaaaargh. Fortunately, there is good news, in the form of Sting/Stewart Copeland in my in-box. Oooooooooh!
(Dear self: no, you will not get yet another RPG character. No, not even for Dolosus. No, especially not a Weasley.)
Must go have a cigarette and then come back and write. Still owe some people some drabbles. And stuff. And the loverly Jeanne has written me M/L and thus is getting twincest in return. And yes, I will in fact write anything for anyone if they give me M/L. Especially M/L like this. Mrrrow.