So there is a substantial possibility that Erin will not survive much longer. The air conditioner at home, my last shreds of sanity, has just died. For real, for serious, not working even for fan-settings sort of dead, and with it goes my brain. I didn't sleep last night, and have been using icepacks and a fan to just barely survive for the past ( Read more... )

It never fails - if I start writing Anna (especially semi-angsty!Anna, apparently), I crave coffee very, very strongly. The sort of craving where you can almost taste it and smell it... It's like an automatic thing. One which is apparently completely inescapable. I'm amused.

Also I think I'm getting sick. My mom's sick, my sisters are getting over ( Read more... )