I hate admitting to the sensations in my stomach. The nervousness haunting me like Banquo's ghost makes me feel dicky... I only have six days until my travel to New York City for an audition... wonderful play they chose, I admit: Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet.

I've been trying my hardest to remember every one of Romeo's lines, and for the most ( Read more... )

I, erm... have unexpectedly been called to England to save my bloody useless half-brother from a living statue.

...I'll be back sometime next week.

I-I came down about twenty minutes ago to get a glass of milk... a-and... and...

There was...it was standing in the kitchen... there was a weeping angel in the kitchen!


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[Sitting on the floor before his bedroom door is a nicely wrapped package. Once opened, Arthur will find this~ assuming that the faeries didn't get to it first, but they did help make breakfast this morning.]