(no subject)

The stone was cold against his fingertips, almost icy, leaving a grainy feel on his hands as he slowly followed the wall to its end.




*facedesk*

four days to NaNo.

my first short story is due today.

*cries*

stupid writer's block.

(no subject)

*dies*

Gregory's birthday? Nov. 11.

My birthday? November the eleventh.

*laughs 'til she cries*

That is just TOO great.

( Way, way TMI )

In other news, my inability to draw persists.

And I have writer's block.


ai.

;_;