"And I Am Here Alone!"

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I can see straight again! So odd. Feeling incredibly better. It was nice of the Father to let me sleep till twelve-thirty, even if I felt embarrassed to have slept that late.

Must write Christophe-Marie. Clearly, must get fic ideas straight. Chrissy is hard at this point. It ranges between ought I write on Courfeyrac and Cosette, or Enjolras and Grantaire? Marius and Combeferre would also work, but would be... entirely too weird.

All my figments are mad...

Fanfiction.net is a very whacked-out place today. But this review to "Trust" amuses me. Poor darling Cotard.

Have begun A Tale of Two Cities. All and well saving that War and Peace is beckoning from the shadows and complaining about the dust it gathers. 187 pages in a day, and since I haven't read a thing. I'm sorry, Tolstoy!

Hey, I said I could see straight again. Never said I would make sense again. That's an entirely different thing.

...Waen, you can call it a beautiful death scene; you can say you want to study it; you can insist it's one of the series' best moments; but the fact remains that you've just watched Retribution twice in a row and yelled at me for leaving the room when Kennedy dies.

I wonder if an older sister would be nicer... I mean, my older sisters don't live here. That would be kind of cool.

Kate has gone to England and France. Farewell, Kate. Send me postcards of the Bastille.

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Siblings are a tricksy lot, she may be doing just that.