I think from now on when I wake up for the seventh time at half past five I'll actually get up and get on with my day. I can write and plot before I go to work, tea and breakfast willing, and start getting ready when my alarm goes off. It's too damn sunny to sleep past five or so these days, especially without the air-conditioning, because my room gets too damn hot.

Alone with Alan today. D: Which reminds me of a Monday exerpt.

ALEX: Where's Alan today?
MEGAN: Day off.
ALEX: Oh. :) I miss him when he's not here.
ME: Uh.
MEGAN: Miss making fun of him, you mean?
ALEX: :| No, I just miss him.
(3, 2, 1...)
ALL: *cracks up laughing*

Today I talked to Amanda. A lot. I couldn't lift anything, and even the stuff I did lift has fucked my hands over again, so... yeah. -_- Stabbing pains all up my arms ftl.

Did find out on my lunchbreak that Sarah Monette and Elizabeth Bear have signed for two sequels to Companion to Wolves - post here - which made me squee like an idiot. In the office. In front of the boss's wife. :'D Oh, dignity. Where did you go?

Going to stop typing now, though, because I feel like my arms have been bludgeoned all along the forearms. Sigh.

I am set to graduate on Tuesday, March 24, 2009, at 2pm.

Ugh. =_=;

ME: *lies down and turns light off* Ahhhh.
SANGA: So, the Sa Miu Kei.
ME: Argh.
SANGA: It's not actually dead metal. It's alive.
ME: Yes?
SANGA: And they used it in the war to siphon power from captives, which is how the moth fae got to be so frightening, so you know.
TOL: Live metal? Really? And it feeds and grows and... wow.
ME: djfjdfd it is the symbolic difference between faerie forges and human forges! Of course! I knew it was there for a reason other than putting you in a tight spot!
SANGA: Of course it was. When am I not helpful? *smug*
ME: Never, darling, never. Oh, I could kiss you.
SANGA: Good luck getting to sleep, by the way.
ME: .....argh.