When you find out who you are, it's too late to change.
So I'm back from the trip to Oxford and feeling very tired.
In the last twenty four hours I have lost my best friend, regained my best friend, watch somebody break a window with a bar of soap, lay in bed listening to a minidisc in darkness and getting scared, had random bouts of depression, actually made some progress on fiction (I'll admit it, reviews always make me remember I should be writing. I'm a feedback whore.) and eaten sushi that isn't really sushi.
Tomorrow is school shirt shopping (~.~ ...dress code) and charity shop raiding for my Kira outfit.
This could prove to be interesting.
...But now, now I sleep.
In the last twenty four hours I have lost my best friend, regained my best friend, watch somebody break a window with a bar of soap, lay in bed listening to a minidisc in darkness and getting scared, had random bouts of depression, actually made some progress on fiction (I'll admit it, reviews always make me remember I should be writing. I'm a feedback whore.) and eaten sushi that isn't really sushi.
Tomorrow is school shirt shopping (~.~ ...dress code) and charity shop raiding for my Kira outfit.
This could prove to be interesting.
...But now, now I sleep.