My feet hurt. And my nose, right up between my eyes, were the goggles were pushing my glasses against my face. I checked a mirror; I have two neat little bruises. They hurt if I push too hard. Stupid goggles. Stupid glasses. I need to wear both, though, because I can't see anything without my glasses, and can't ski without goggles. So. I have bruises. And a great need to complain. So. Here I am.
nezumiko is still hurting, but she's feeling well enough to post on her journal, so I'm thinking that's a good thing. Hopefully things will work out alright for her. Nene, we're all sending you good thoughts.
Want to do some writing. Been working in a journal my sister gave me for Christmas. It's pretty, with a chinese painting of maple leaves and sparrows on the cover. Did about sixteen pages for The World. Not sure about what it'll translate out into when I type it out. Not that much. But I like it. Feels good to get it down.
Got a fanclub, too. Don't ask how, but I've got two little kids following me around. Let it be known that I usually hate kids. They usually hate me as well. But these two, well, they're alright, I guess. Not sure how that happened.