"They Try to Teach You to be Less Callow, Less Shallow..."

Opening night, and my voice is gone.

O_O

Um. No matter how much I hate this play, I don't want to spoil things for it like this? What am I going to do whatamIgonnadoohmygodohmygod...

"We've Got Magic to do..."

mhari, kaliscoo, tiamatschild?

Justin just walked into the library, came up to the reference desk, and asked me for a computer.

...Except he didn't have the scar. That sort of makes him Enjolras, doesn't it?

Regardless. This was definitely Justin, not Enjolras.

I am a dork. *facepalm*

Er, by the way. Don't expect me around online except very erratically. Life promises--no, better make that Life assures, with a wicked gleam in its eyes and a feral K.-Sandra-demon grin on its face, that it will be hell until late Sunday afternoon. >_<

EDIT: Oh, and I just paid twenty-five cents for his colour printing. He's donating his beautiful golden Justin hair to Locks of Love.

EDIT number two: He left, and then he came back, despite it's being nearly closing, just to pay me back the twenty-five cents. *quietly delighted* I think I shall be Rina to-day, because I'm awfully silly that way.