Feh.

I'll cope.

I need to call my mother, I'm a wuss and still haven't done that. I need to make sure the boy has clean clothing SOON. I need to do a lot of things.

Saturday morning, around 10:00 am, I'm going to be busy. *slight grin* Just another something I need to do... yes. I consider you a need, Hunter. Who was it... someone you know said that it's only hunting if both parties see the other one as prey... *wicked smile*

I'd say that applies here.

Maybe I'll find my tears soon.

That story... the stories, actually. Both this new desert tale - no, NOT connected to the tent rant - and Songbird. Both of those stories are rattling around in my head unmercifully, leaving me very confused and not all that in touch with reality. It doesn't help that I spent a portion of last night hallucinating - nothing horrible, but there were characters from my stories wandering around outside and just out of sight, and there were bizarre visual distortions when I turned my head too fast.

I think it might have been GOOD that I slept. *shrug*

Or it might just have been irritating and bad for some reason. Don't remember why just now. All I DO remember is that the slaveboy is curled up on the floor over there, and it seems amusing to make him be awake too.

Perhaps by the time-honored method of pouring a glass of cold water over him. *smirk*