I just had the most serious passing-the-hell-out ever. x.x I didn't even stay up to watch Torchwood, I was just... OUT. I slept for something like 14 hours. I missed the writing chat. :( I fail.

I had a dream about stealing a shopping cart from Price Chopper. Weird.

It's glorious out. Project laying-on-the-porch-and-reading will be implemented posthaste.

Kristin's thinking about running a new game. Noir-film inspired. I already have a face and a name, i just need to figure out the archetype he'll fit.

Exit Wounds.

( oh god. no. )

I won't be able to rewatch past Fragments for a long while.