Drowning.
Social interaction of the day has exceeded maximum. In fact, exceeding maximum and hitting critical (as I've been invited to join apartment nine's party). I don't even have anything witty to say to Kankurou.
Believe it or not, I managed to sleep a few hours, though.
Dreamed. A woman in a blue dress, clouded features and standing on a cliff. "Gaara," she says but nothing specific beyond that. Mother. Never knew her, only heard the stories.
How can you miss someone you've never met?
My head hurts. And I still haven't done that interview yet. Temari's too busy with work to bother asking, and Kankurou... I'm going to leave him out of it.
Maybe apartment fo- Nanao would be willing if I could somehow manage to ask her. Wonderful.
Note to self: Don't forget to bring aforementioned cake to give to Kiba. He seems to want to bombard innocent victims from the roof with it.
Believe it or not, I managed to sleep a few hours, though.
Dreamed. A woman in a blue dress, clouded features and standing on a cliff. "Gaara," she says but nothing specific beyond that. Mother. Never knew her, only heard the stories.
How can you miss someone you've never met?
My head hurts. And I still haven't done that interview yet. Temari's too busy with work to bother asking, and Kankurou... I'm going to leave him out of it.
Maybe apartment fo- Nanao would be willing if I could somehow manage to ask her. Wonderful.
Note to self: Don't forget to bring aforementioned cake to give to Kiba. He seems to want to bombard innocent victims from the roof with it.