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[green_apple]

::is back from the dead:: Man, this is what zombies must feel like, except I'm not particularly hungry for brains, or anything.

• Point is. I'm home, it was nice to be with the family and have cake and stuff, but I missed being held responsible for my own choices, I missed knowing the routes of public transportation and, oh God, I missed my bed.

• Wanna know what else I missed? Moussey's deadline. ::cough:: See? I do have the fic written and all; I do not, however, have it in the computer, which, as you can see, would be the obstacle in my way. Ugh, I'm totally one of those folks who have no respect for deadlines and the like, shame on me, dude. But I am also one of those folks who insist on finding the damn bright side on every stupid thing possible, and so, I did find a title (fancy and all) for the fic in the meantime. So, Mousse, focus on that, m'kay?

• Um, I may have gotten myself into a really tight spot with the Mother's Husband. He insists that I take the commercial road and work my own office, I insist that humanitarian work is my thing and will not be sidetracked, because I'm digging my heels in. Ultimately, it doesn't really matter what I end up doing, since it's really not an area of my life he's ever shown much interest in, until now when I told my mom she was not gonna get much chance to live off of me due to my potential future lack of resources, she's already assumed this fact and has found her peace with it, he has not. Clearly we both have very, very different worldviews and this isn't the first time we butt heads, unfortunately it is the worst fight I've ever gotten into in my life. So. I'm having trouble finding the bright side here. We'll see how it works out in the end.

How're y'all doing?