"Just say goodbye"

Got so much RP done tonight. So much angst. So much violence and bloodspray and pain and anguish. It's ... amazing.

Got a lot of character blurbs tonight. Go look.

Got a lot of plotting and writing in general done tonight. Go me.

Is now nearly 6:30 in the morning. Must toddle off for a nap, as I have game tomrrow and Halloween party the next day.

Toodles.

"Wake me up inside"

I'm up. Actually I've been up for an hour. I think I'm insane. Got four hours of sleep. Am actually sort of functioning in a bizarre sort of overly-hyper way.

And 3pipeproblem is evil. She got me intrigued about Chris Merloni (Merloni? Meloni? And why do I keep wanting to replace that i with an e?) so I ended up looking up more about him on imdb and his official website. And then I started reading some of his comments and I nearly snarfed my water. The man's insane. And he was born and raised, I think, in Washington DC! Go him!

Hem. So, yeah.

I want a digital camera. That way I could take a picture of the sad sad remnants I have in my cookie bag and caption it 'that's the way the cookie crumbles' and post it on my LJ for all of you to go 'whaaaa?' at.

I need more sleep.

I should really be writing, but I should probably also get something to eat and drink before I pass out again. And then I've got game tonight, which, at least, can't run too late since the bf (poor bf) has training tomorrow at some ungodly hour of the morning. Heh. Which means I may actually get some sleep tonight. Go me.

I should really go back to bed. Or start writing. Guess which I'm more likely to do.

Is that Benjamin Bratt on USA?

It is! It is Benjamin Bratt on USA?

What the hell is he doing and why is he not playing a cop?

And more to the point why, when I read the last few lines to myself, do I sound like Tweety Bird?