"From a World More Full of Weeping Than He Can Understand..."

Poetry. Inspired by Virginia Woolf, a fact which is probably glaringly obvious.

( What is Man? )

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More poetry, inspired by Waen playing the lodge piano and also by Frankenstein. Less glaringly obvious, perhaps.

( Miranda )

"I Need No Bright Lights to Enchant Me..."

I probably love this picture too much, but the fact remains that I love it.

Simeon Solomon's "Autumn Love".

"Congress Sitting Here in Sweet Serenity..."

Toenail, which was removed due to its growing in, has grown back and is growing in. Shall have to have another foot surgery. Will make appointment.

DAMN.

Poor Dr. Viktorrr. I expect he thought he'd seen the last of me.

Woe, woe, woe. It hurts.

"And I'll Bury Ya, My Billy, Beneath the Maple Tree..."

Have spent the afternoon working on Mum's site for her. Will never get my fic written. Alas.

Am lonely. Not sure why. After all, I'm home, and I missed everyone, and I'm never actually happy at Blue Mountain.

And yet, all the same, I'm lonely. My books aren't doing what I want them to. They aren't protecting me, which is their entire point.

I want to be able to hide in my room, but I can't because the handle is still broken, my work is not done, and I would be far more lonely with no one to talk to.

Can't talk to Waen. She's still angry about something. She's been yelling at me all day.

Still looking for a treadmill in the Classifieds.

I miss mhari. And fannore. And I want a friend. Still.

"You Don't Want Baggage Without Lifetime Guarantees..."

*squeaks* comite is gone! O_O

"But Now There's You, Me, Her, and Him..."

OMG OMG OMG!!



*melts* I--I got an award. I-- I'd like to thank my mother and my father, for not sending me to an asylum at an early age... and I'd like to thank my sister, Waen, for threatening me and making me write the fic... and I'd like to thank Jules Verne, for being the slashiest writer who ever existed... and Robert Louis Stephenson, for having nightmares... and Alan Moore for bringing them together...

Ohmigosh.

*goes off in a corner and cries*

Of course, mine was the only fic submitted, so it wasn't like I was facing stiff competition or anything...