Finally caught up on The Walking Dead. I would just like to inform the world in general that I called it like, seven months ago. (There was a lot less tragedy in my version, but still...)

If I was allowed to write a paper on how to kill zombies, I would get excellent grades.

Okay. Back to the renaissance nuns.

I really really have to work on that paper today. So why am I writing The Walking Dead kinkmeme fills about Daryl Dixon holding tiny babies instead?

I fail so hard at being studious.

This might possibly be of interest to you folks!

*sneaks off*

Hi f-list! No, I am not dead, nor have I drowned in the black sea of depression. I am currently feeling pretty good, although a bit sniffly and phlegmy and gross. My absence has been mostly due to trying to get my life back on track, and also a little bit because of the wasps. (Don't ask. Seriously. Don't even talk about wasps in my presence.)

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