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[fallenfromashes]

I feel feverish. My cheeks flushed and my head carrying it old dull ache. I've found that after a certain point, stress liquefies. And much like unpumped blood, it pools in the places on your body that gravity seems to pull harder on. My head is heavy and ripe with new stories. I think this Fallen Angel series I've started will go far. I can pour

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[thedogofsputnik]

Have things started to settle? I'm hoping things are going all right and that you're managing ok.

[fallenfromashes]

somewhat. She's doing alot better. School's been hell and I'm only going to pass two of three classes. I'm exausted and stressed and haven't had any time for my own work. I've found that as much as I love christmas lights, I really hate december. The whole damn month. Nico's cat has been pissing on literally everything. I'm trying not to make some very nice violin strings.

I kinda miss going out clubbing but not enough to use money to go.

Miss you as always! Hope you're well.

[rafiki_ishmael]

we should hang out in the near future...

[fallenfromashes]

yes, we should. I was thinking of you the other day...I just have one more final to turn in and then I can recoup for three weeks before it starts all over again. Still living with my dear Mr. Goth?

[rafiki_ishmael]

yeah, i have a couple of finals left also, but after wednesday we can get together.... alas, i am not living with damian anymore... i am living with my friend missi... i will give you a call later today after my audition and hopefully i can get a hold of you...