"Que la mort au-dela du temps unisse nos deux noms..."

sparklychibi and I are having the most ridiculous conversation. It makes me unutterably happy and giggly.

Breakfast worked out quite all right! I made omelettes and toast and fried eggs, and Waen donated breakfast muffins, and I made coffee without ruining it and added fresh fruit and juice. And it went quite well, even though I burnt the bacon the first time and the smoke alarm went off--miraculously, no one actually woke up. Thank heavens.

My hands smell like French Toast now; I think it's from the coffee. It was flavoured coffee.

Of course, it meant getting up early, and I'm absolutely exhausted, and to-morrow I've got to get up early again because I work, but--it was worth it. It was really, truly, completely worth it, because Mum was so happy. I'm not sure about Da', because he has essentially the same approach to all food, which is to eat it, and noises of appreciation are generally deemed superfluous unless the food was a) cooked by Mum, which it never is, and b) from a restaurant, which it never is. But Mum really did like it, and she gave me a part of her orange.

I have wasted the entire day, which was a little stupid, because I've got a load of things to finish; but I sent off my reference form to Match-lady for the camp I want to enter, and I've filled out the form completely; I simply need to copy it over again in pen and select the writing for the sample I'm to submit.

If anyone thinks one of my original stories or a chapter of my novel was particularly good and I could use it for submission, please speak up. All I see when I look at my work is bad stuff, because it's all more than a week old. :P

Lastly, I've got some writing projects to finish up because they are long overdue, and I need to find something light enough to wear on Wednesday. Also I need to plan how I'm going to make it through Shrove Tuesday. I would just cop out and stay home--frankly, that would be much easier on me and I would appreciate it a tonne if Mum would let me, but she won't, partly because she's worried about me not socialising enough and partly because she thinks I'm lonely/unhappy/left out when I don't come along (I don't, any longer, ever go out with her and Waen, because they like to go out to eat or stop at a coffee shop, and there's never anything at such places that I'm capable of eating, so I just spoil it for them; and I'd far rather stay home than do that), which I'm not really--but that won't happen, so I need to think of a way to manage a dinner of sherbert, pancakes, and sausage fried in fat the night before my Weigh-In. -_- Ugh. I have always hated Shrove Tuesday, but I hate it more right now. I'll manage, of course, but ugh.

So I'll get to work now and get my things in order, preferably before the family comes back from their riding outing, and then see what else needs to be done. Predictably, the house needs to be cleaned again, and I'm starting to lose my pleasure in doing that. Nevertheless.

I'm so sorry to everyone about my sporadic online-ness; with everything I'm doing, I tend to update or hop online to check things out whenever I get the opportunity, and my night opportunities are fast dissolving. If I'm not on to-night, it's because I've gone to sleep early, because I feel near to collapse. I beg everybody's pardon loads, I really do.

Loveness, Soujin.

"How Dark, How Dark and Deep, the Secrets That You Keep..."

This is for you, weaselwoman13. To haunt your dreams.



P.S. I will sing gratuitously if somebody asks. But you will regret it.