it's almost like being in love

billy's back. squee. i missed his pretty lil mug.

i swear i'm going to be productive today. yesiree. shut up, yes i will! hrmph.

and i blame you for my utter uselessness yesterday.

when i was little, i wished i had magical powers for the sole purpose of cleaning my room. i mean, i thought flying would be cool, but really i wanted to be able to snap my fingers and have everything that was all over the floor leap back into place. i dreamed of just sitting on my bed while cleaning my room by merely thinking about it. now, as i attempt to unpack and organize the study, i understand why this idea was once so appealing.

how did i get here?

i didn't realize i was sliding into hp slash until i hit bottom with a resounding thunk. and i can't see a way out...

i once thought there was no way in hell i would ever enjoy a harry/draco, or even worse a ron/draco. i am always wrong about those things.

good news - progress in the study! yay. (will not think about the fact that it was principally achieved by moving piles of stuff into the living room).

actually sang today. just bc i wanted to. and i liked it. monteverdi and gesualdo. voice, come back to me! where has my breath control gone? will find it and capture it...