"Olivia, Please Say it Isn't True!"

Kali? *wibbles*

I'm terribly, terribly sorry about that. I didn't mean to go frantic on you, but I utterly panicked. Thereby did I abuse myself, my mother, and, I fear me, you.

She's a very nice woman, I assure you; just not at two o'clock in the morning on a workday when her computer needs to connect in order for her to get her assignments. She was not any more upset than the situation warranted, and as the computer had connected, she was not angry. She simply told me to get the hell to bed.

As for myself, it was entirely my fault. *facepalms* I should've said something about the time, or I should've called you back, but I wasn't sure whether you meant to hang up or not. It was ridiculous and unfair of me to get so worried and muttery and upset at you, since the situation was my fault, and I hope you aren't upset with me. I apologise.

And thee--

Well. In my penitence, I have made thee gifts to express my sorrow.*

*in the form of Westmark drawing & ficlet. *loses*

( I absolutely cannot draw, but... )

~~~

( Eeesh, this is fluffy. *facepalms* )

"My Wits Began to Stagger, My Heart Began to Cry..."

...Ooh. *flail*

I have not being getting anything done, and I have a lot of writing responsibilities for which I need to stop my damn' procrastination and get working. Therefore, in the interests of getting things done by deadline, as of Thursday, July Twenty-Eighth, 8:00 am, I will be offline until I get stories written.

If I complete a story, I am permitted to get on IM for two hours exactly. If I finish them all, I'll be back. I will continue to make LJ posts occasionally. Nevertheless, I am essentially grounded until I can get myself together and finish all these gifts, because this is getting ridiculous.

Ahh, self-discipline. How we love thee.

Therefore, Tuesday is probably going to be crazy-mad 'get online things wrapped up before disappearance' day. Expect franticism. ^_~

In other news, along with losing weight, I seem to be losing height. All my clothes are too long suddenly. My nightdress pools about my feet, and the sleeves of my jackets go far past my wrists. What on earth?

Must be off to work. Adieu!

"My Heart's A Prize You Won't be Carrying Home..."

*beams*

...Well, that took long enough, didn't it?

Eeee Manon telephoned me to-day too! So. much. 'phonesquee. And we rambled about letters, and seals, and neglected socks, and all sorts of lovely things, and I believe we won at Long Awkward Pauses even more than Zara and I did! *takes away Zara's medal, presents it to Manon* And I am very, very happy. ^____^

Bweeee.

In other news, I think I can no longer be in denial about my hypochondria. With that in mind, the dry parts of my fingers cracked and bled this morning.

Less than eight hours of sleep a night is linked to obesity. Apparently one's metabolism slows down when one becomes sleep deprived. Lovely. This may be the single thing that motivates me to quit my five-hours-a-night schedule.

...OMG I LOVE MANON. ^_______________^