Hungover may not be a good feeling - and it was a very bad idea with my screwy kidneys - but it was worth it. It usually is. Especially when you have a fat, orange cat who will cuddle with you while you watch "The Golden Girls" and nibble on saltine crackers. A cat who also tries to eat flies and fails miserably <3 The dogs are better at it than him!
augustuscaesar did it, so I'm stealing it off of her 'cause I'm a thief like that ^-^; What you do is leave me a comment telling me a secret... and you should be anon. when you do it so as to lend to the whole 'secret' aspect, y'know. Which is why this entry isn't (like all my others) f-locked. I trust that you all will follow the very simple rules: no hate secrets or I won't unscreen them, because that's just not fun at all and it's supposed to be fun! So come on, tell me something and I'll have no idea it's you since I don't track IPs and y'all know I can't be that clever, yes? ;P
Almost done with my reread of ASoIaF (which is why I've been popping out icons based on the series , including this one), and I think my muse has finally returned all the way. Because I got a glimmer of an idea for a poem that came from a tiny flame struck by a spark which came from I don't know where - but I'm not one to throw a gift away. My notebooks have been too empty for too long and all I've been writing is figures at work and postcards (which I love). Maybe camping next week will help too, I usually write very well when I'm out in the middle of nowhere and surrounded by forest and water.