Thank the Great Old Ones for that.

Emo problem is still around, but hey, it's obviously my punishment for wearing band-shirts.

I'm feeling physically sick whenever I think about her, and getting narked when she's not in contact, but when she does, it can best be described as...awesome. I'm such a damn EMO.

On the bright side, the work is being slowly completed. All I need to read up on is *cough* the entirety of Pyrrhonian scepticism and Kant's argument from morality. I've got 'til Friday, how hard can it be? All it cost me was my soul. Hurrah!

ALSO! I have been coming up with ideas for my M&M game, which is always a good thing. I might even run it this time, if I can find the right players (read: HER). Though the ideas I've had do slightly contrast the entirety of the write up I have to hand. But hey.

Fuck a DUCK. Back to the saving of Peach!