Alright. Blogger was being stupid and deleted everything I typed in about the past 24 hours. Among those things happened to be the epilogue of 'We Were the Cost' which I stayed up until about 2 o' clock AM writing. So now I have to retype ALL of that from memory, and what I had typed on 'Ignorant Bliss'. And now Meg and I have another story we're typing, so I have to type on that too. Needless to say, I have a crap load of typing to do.
Whenever I go to go type I start singing 'I'll make a Man out of You' from Mulan... I'm just like "LET'S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS~~ TO DEFEAT~ THE HUUUUNNNSSSS~~~~"
Don't ask me why.
-Demy
(And I just got back from dance practice and I'm exhausted. Performance is tomorrow, thank God... But yeah, I need sleep. If I don't finish all of my typing, sorry, Megara.)
(And here's this freaking epic picture of Al and zombie Heiderich petting a cat.)
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