Gah. More lying and withholding information! Note to self: Add "Do not lie or go behind my back or I will strangle you or I will drop your ass so fast and hard the people in China will wonder why the hell the world is shaking all of a sudden" to that list I wrote awhile back on What People Brave (And Patient) Enough To Fall For Me Must Know, because if it bugs me this much in fic? I have little doubt that it will result in violence of some shape or form in real life.
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Necessary Evils, an extremely long Buffy fic in which Willow is in consort with Random Powerful Evil-In-Shades-Of-Grey Entity to get her powers back and won't tell anyone about it. It's a good story, but after twenty chapters of lying with another ten or so to go, I am torn between slugging through the rest to find out what happens, or just quitting now before I start screaming at the computer and getting strange looks from my parents.
Also, my finger hurts and I am fighting off another bout of self-pity/freaking vs not caring the likes of which grabbed me last night. Not as bad as last night, but still. I don't like this feeling and I would much rather not feel it anymore.