nekare

Oh man, I'm beat. I'm not sure exactly why (okay, I do, I only got home at 8pm and I hadn't gone to flamenco class in a week so I was sorta rusty), but I'm on the verge of falling asleep and I have that weird rheutmatism in my legs (you know, the kind you get when you're growing? Only I know I'm not growing 'cause that hasn't happened to me in the last like, THREE YEARS and I'm doomed to be 1.58 for the rest of my life, i.e. a MIDGET). Argh. I wanna bake something. And/or write something.

Talking about that, I want to write a story featuring a street right on the edge of the end of the world, but I'm not sure how to approach it. Mmm... *ponders* I also want someone talking to a cat. Dunno why, I just do. o_O

I am downloading issue 58 of Y: The Last Man as I write this. That means there are only *gasp* THREE issues before it ends. AND THEN WHAT WILL I DO WITH MY LIFE? Apparently, there's a support group somewhere (on the internet, I'd assume). I should probably join ASAP. *single emo tear of pain*

I haven't forgotten about you guys' sentence-long fic, I'm just going slowly at it, lol.

ETA: Oh, I forgot to add! There was this dog at school just laying around on the stairs that must've ran away from home and/or gotten lost, because she even had a collar. She wasn't that much of a beauty, but she looked cute and lost and kept on getting close to people to be petted and I SOOOOO wanted to take her home and keep her or something. ;___; She was also limping, poor thing.