Words tonight: 1020 Words total: 11019 Reason for stoppig: quota, and braindeath Sustenance: tazo chai Exercise: weights, and walking stairs at work till my thighs burned Tyop: n/a Darling: She'd forgotten to order food from the market last week, and all she found in her pantry were a few shriveled grapes and a heel of bread gone green around the edges. Yes, Isyllt is that kind of girl. She has a lot of booze, though.
Today we had an interrupted Moment, some angst, a lot of bathing, and now we're back on the plot. About damn time.
I forsee all my characters smelling like BPAL blends in the near future.
Up till all hours chatting in my LJ. Get off my lawn! *brandishes shotgun while rocking on the porch*
When my Jodi and Moira got together in Prayers, weirdness started. I can't imagine jmeadows and the_red_shoes will be any safer.
Did I have content?
Umm... The beguiling lure of the ash sound? I don't particularly like it in my name, but who can deny the power of words such as PANTS or SPAM (or JAM or RAM). Discuss.