I need brain bleach. The inside of Alanna's head is messy, with lots of sharp edges. Jeramie basically performed sadistic telepathic bonsai on her throughout her formative years.
I was recalcitrant bout writing this. Or it was recalcitrant about being written. I think part of that is that I want to cling to moments like last night's serenity, especially after wedding-weekend turmoil. I do not want to plunge into the maelstrom today. I want to read a book and take a nap.
And it is grey out, and I do not want to leave my cozy house. But I do want to spend the evening with swashbucklr and devoken. So. Off I go to gather my corset and overnight bag!