Military.

I don't really know how to express what I'm feeling today - my memory is being less-than-helpful and I've had a few too many throat drops, I'm vaguely sleepy, it's an odd day, there's some old guy on a ladder just outside the kitchen window and the first time I went into the kitchen he started screaming at me in what sounded like German... when I went back a few minutes ago to see if he was still there he started yelling in French.

But... Nick might be getting shipped off.

I've just barely gotten over the shock and relief that he's alive and well and misses me as much as I miss him, and suddenly he might disappear again. I really, really, REALLY don't like that thought, for what should be obvious reasons.

Meh.

It's weird, sitting here. Nothing much to say, nothing much to do. The only things that my head wants to focus on are a couple of stories (yes, one of them is the one that popped into my head over the weekend) that I don't think I should try to write just at the moment. *wry grin* I know myself just a tad too well; if I start on one of those I won't stop writing for quite a while and I will be in a horrible mood while writing it. I'm saving the ideas, holding on to them and waiting for a day when I have PMS or am massively sick or something else that ensures my day is bad enough that the backflow from the story won't make it worse.

Meh. At least I don't have any of the characters lurking in the back of my head yet; sometimes, when a story or even a story fragment gets a bit too insistant about poking my subconscious until I write, I end up with one or more of the main characters insulting me, arguing with me, or just generally being a pain. *amused*

Fish, I'll try to update again tonight, although I'm not promising anything... and Kadin, apparently I need to talk to you tonight. *blinks, looking just a tiny bit confused* If you've suddenly acquired a violet wand and a bunch of red leather, I'm going to die laughing.