still no fic.

But I did have a dream in which Cloud was rather inebriated and much amusing hijinx ensued.  (I think I dreamed about Snape as well, of all people, but most likely it wasn't nearly so entertaining as Angeal's expression at waking up in the middle of a night to snuggly drunk blond jailbait hiding from Zack and Sephiroth.)

I bahleeted two recent posts because one was made while I was PMSing and the other during one of my embarassingly manic moods, so it's probably better for everyone anyway.  And yes, God knows I've had my own share of pissy flames, but for some reason that one was like tossing a match onto already compressed gun powder.  *twitches*

Still no fic to post.  I have half a dozen oneshots on my desktop plus bits and pieces for every one of my current chaptered fics (even All Your Base Are Belong to Us), and yet when I sit down thinking Damn it, I'm tired of artimusdin's *sad faces* and I'm gonna finish something....I can't.  Gah.  Stupid writer's block.  I'M SORRY FOR BEING USELESS.  I SHALL SACRIFICE SMALL FURRY THINGS TO THOTH TO REMEDY THIS.

Also, I know I'm absolutely terrible at keeping up with emails and LJ comments, and all I can offer is a sheepish apology and a vague promise to get around to it all sooner or later.  *slinks off to early-morning lecture*

P.S. - canopy_walker , WHY WON'T YOU RESPOND TO MY IM-ING?  I am feeling the lack of you, Goddamnit.