Once he had all his notes together, writing the poem itself took virtually no time at all. Well, compared to, like, a sestina or something.

Sometimes fics are unfortunate enough to hit upon something I know and love and disagree with me about it, and I immediately fall the fuck out of the story and start thrashing about it. XD SESTINAS ARE OFFICIALLY THE AWESOME POEM, OKAY? OKAY.

Also, it is two in the morning and I want pancakes. :( Why.

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Good morning, it is nearly ten o' clock and my mother is vanished! XD; I'm assuming she's at the markets, or walking, or something, but I really have no idea. I think my plan for the day goes something like this:
[EDIT] READ NEW CHAPTER OF BUT THAT WAS IN ANOTHER COUNTRY OMGOMGOMG TAMI WHERE ARE YOU I HAVE TO KISS YOUR FEET *prints it like a lunatic*
- clean shower
- edit fic
- post fic
- lunch with Rage
- read stepstepjump drafts properly
- pack for dad's
- work

And at this point reading the drafts is kind of optional. XD; I should send everyone an email about this, considering.