Today was okay except for a few lengthy frustrations, including but not limited to my incessant irritation with my hands. Everything is much more annoying when you are in pain and the shop closed fifteen minutes ago.

Rosie is writing me a cheque, but not without a lot of ridiculous brouhaha.

On the bright side, I have a day off tomorrow and plan to do nothing but a few loads of washing, a brief stint of vacuuming, and a long reading session of the second book in the Administration series, because there is no bad mood that cannot be transferred to Toreth and transmuted into frustrated adoration, much like my love for Felix Harrowgate.

Oh, and the air conditioning? $2500 later? Still not fixed. Fuck me sideways.

Okay, so I almost understand what the hell is happening in HoneySyn. Almost. I have finally cottoned on to the fact that the two storylines overlap in terms of timeframe! (I know, I am a genius. :|) I still don't know wtf the deal is between Erik and Sam but we'll get to that, I'm sure. XD I'm going assume we're about to find out where Jay went during that party at which Charles got thrown into a wall and (pretended?) not to know where Jay was for the other half of the party.

DO NOT ASK ME WHY I CARE THIS MUCH ABOUT CHARLES AND JAY. It seems to be one of those causes I have taken up.

WHY DO MY HANDS ONLY FEEL BETTER WHILE I'M TYPING LIGHTLY AND QUICKLY, WTF.

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Also,

Dear pinkumbrella,

I miss you, and my brain chooses to recognise this by randomly prompting me to say, TO THE REEVECAVE!!!! I blame your internet hiatuses. Hiatii. Which looks like I've misspelled the country.

ANYWAY,
Rave.