But not quite, naturally. All in all, 13 February and I didn't get along very well. Drama was mildly chaotic, to put it mildly, and its almost certain that someone is going to suffer a nervous breakdown soon. Who knows, it could be me... Except then I'd be drowning in make-up work. Ah well.

I really was going to stick in another paragraph here, but I can't seem to dredge up anything worth writing.

Must get some email-writing done in the near future... Jane and Zel must think I'm dead. Time to start brainstorming excuses.

Adieu.

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Hopping back in to voice something that doesn't need to be voiced, but... I really am paranoid, aren't I?

Drat.

Um. There's a stuffed monkey on my floor named Heavens. I tripped over it and that was the first word out of my mouth. To the best of my knowledge, this monkey has not previously been christened. What in heaven's (or Heavens'... this could get confusing) name am I talking about? Ah, but everybody's mad here, m'darlin'! I think she is very proud and very pretty and I think I should like to go home now. You are the bloody weakest link, now get over it already. G'bye!

I could really go for some virgin vodka right about now.

Open (and slightly desperate/melodramatic) invitation to anyone who hasn't fled my ravings: leave me a note or a g-book entry and tell me there are a few scraps of sanity in me yet. Or just tell me I'm not sane so i know what to believe. I've been doubting my own judgment lately. One of those things, and no I don't know which. Ribbit.

And adieu.