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Urg. Epilogues. I hate you. Having to wrap up an entire story a second time?
That concludes our whining for the evening.
Oh, also. There's a bunch of new people on my flist, and I feel like I should tell you that I have another journal, nyyyy, which I write about my non-literary pursuits. Well, sorta. Mostly I talk about sex, the spiders in my bathroom, and people that annoy me. Or fill me with glee. Or both.
Gah. Bed now.
That concludes our whining for the evening.
Oh, also. There's a bunch of new people on my flist, and I feel like I should tell you that I have another journal, nyyyy, which I write about my non-literary pursuits. Well, sorta. Mostly I talk about sex, the spiders in my bathroom, and people that annoy me. Or fill me with glee. Or both.
Gah. Bed now.