Err... yeah. Anyway.

I'm trying (and so far failing) to get back into the swing of long fiction-writing, depressive entries. For some reason, all of my urges-to-write are being somehow translated into a deep desire to fingerpaint which is highly unpractical and downright annoying, as I have no fingerpaints. Bah.

I'm going to see if I can snag the van and go do coffee-ish stuff... don't know for sure what will or won't work out but I should be able to escape the house for a while. Ended up having to delay errand-running briefly while I scrubbed the tub, about to go take care of said errands, doing coffee after picking-up of supplies and such.

Or something.

Yes, I'm rambling, and not even the dreamwalk ramblings that Raven occasionally pulls out of goddess-knows-where. Just straightforward mildly hyper in-need-of-caffeine ramblings. Yep. Hi.

Look, I know I'm being something of a boring journalist right now... cope. It's winter, I'm tired, my life is pretty busy.

Sorry.

Anyway... off to find food, etc!

*eats an' runs*