Sleepy. It's almost 7:30 and I'm headed to bed, gonna try to dream away my cares... until about 9:45, when I'll be back up and awake, online, hopeful... and playing the part of a very small mouse.

Ergh.

Writing. I've been writing. No, I'm not going to post any of it here... or anywhere else, not yet, anyway. I've done a lot of writing tonight, in between bursts of StarCraft with Caleb and random fits of email. It's good for the soul, writing is... but then again, so's starcraft if you play it right. *grin*

Tomorrow... gods. Day From Hell, I can see it coming already. This is going to be highly unpleasant, in part because I've been procrastinating as far as tidying up goes, so I've got LOTS to do before Deb invades to clean the bathroom. What else... hm. I know there were things I was going to say. I'm sure of it. I just can't remember any of them... how frustrating.

Aletose has given up her wings to another alt of mine for the moment... dammit, I want wings-for-life. Makes me wish I was rich. But then, I want phoenixform too... and a second phoenixform for another alt... and more dragons... *wry grin*

I'm tempted to log in as Kadin, just so I can nab his dragonform.

I wonder...

*thinks*

Nah. That would be cruel. But then, the odds of him using it in the next month are pretty slim. Hmm. *shrugs* Maybe I will. Maybe I won't.

It doesn't really matter at the moment, though... all that matters is getting another hour or two of sleep before life prods me up and awake again. *sigh* It's only 7:30 and already, this is Not My Day.

Oh, and yes, I'm aware it's not icebearg. I spelled it that way for a reason. Bugger off.