Oh, Harry.
Maybe I need to limit my fiction intake for a while. Maybe just stick to TOS where the only ones who die for good are the redshirts.
Ugh, weepy. And I'm not even able to blame this on the hormones.
My dad said he'll take Julia and I to the Postsecret exhibit tomorrow if we're up by noon. Last day; I hope everything will still be up. I don't know how things like that work. I can't waste time being sad if it's half-dismantled, even getting to see part of it is better than nothing.
Updated my masterlists at
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Going to go to bed early, I think. Try and daydream my way into good dreams before I fall asleep.
eta: Oh wait, here:
- Mood:
melancholy
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