Hot, hot, hot.

"Was he rich, this lover of yours?"

"No, poor. Poor and it killed him."

I have an overwhelming urge to watch Princess Bride, Legend, Labrynth, Willow, Glave, that movie about the knights whose title I can't remember, and assorted other cheezy fantasy movies that I like.

I want more people to update their diaryies, although sin- did and it was... interesting, if short. JediGold ICQ'd me, and it was accurate, if depression. Slash emailed me, and it was... important.

Yeah.

So I have crap to do, including eat Taco Hell food. I have stuff to do. I have things to do, really...

...but all I want to do is go back to bed. I've been sleeping a LOT over the last few days, getting energy back, resting, trying to avoid the heat.

Trying to avoid my main instinct right now, which is this: drawing out Faceless.

Yeah.

Bad.

Eh... it's the heat, right? I can blame this on the weather... hand me my leather...?