Sunday evening-ish: the 308-to-407 drill: Jude-dude back from NYC
Penguins: popped back out of existence. Alas, poor Bink.
Gifts: sorted and ready to mail out.
Letters: next round not finished yet. She needed better threats for Yuna.
Rikku: stretched out on her bed, slowly dismantling a broken alarm clock.
Jude: of unknown ETA.
Radio: playing some neat stuff that had chants in a language she didn't recognize. Something about it reminded her of the Hymn of the Fayth, but more uplifting.
State of mind: fairly mellow, thanks for asking.
Batteries: nifty little inventions, really.
[[ze fake boyfriend, yayz]]
Gifts: sorted and ready to mail out.
Letters: next round not finished yet. She needed better threats for Yuna.
Rikku: stretched out on her bed, slowly dismantling a broken alarm clock.
Jude: of unknown ETA.
Radio: playing some neat stuff that had chants in a language she didn't recognize. Something about it reminded her of the Hymn of the Fayth, but more uplifting.
State of mind: fairly mellow, thanks for asking.
Batteries: nifty little inventions, really.
[[ze fake boyfriend, yayz]]