Stop procrastinating. There will be time to dig up all the random Alanna bits in Memories soon enough.
Just. Fucking. Write.
EDIT: While I'm at it...
Stop fretting over whether that particular guy likes you. He likes you. He says he likes you. He would not be doing the things he does if he didn't like you. You know this intellectually. You need to settle down and stop dissecting things, and stop trying to figure out to what degree he likes you likes you. There is time.
PS: Now go write!
EDIT: 7:15. That's all I could write before the words started sliding around the page.
Have I mentioned that I hate my meds? I did? Okay, good.
I can't work. This is what I do, and I can't do it.
This shit had better end.