"I Should Be Sittin' in an Air-Conditioned Office With a Swivel Chair..."

I may not--

I may not be around for a bit. <3 Since I promised Zara to tell her if that was going to happen. Am just a little feeling as though I need to be absented. Not for very long, perhaps to the end of the week, perhaps not even that long. I need to get enough sleep for a week, and read as much as I'd like, and answer letters, and write them, and listen to the music I've never had time to hear, and do all the work I have to do.

It doesn't mean anything's wrong, I suppose, is what I am trying to explain. If I feel sad, it's sad by proxy, because it's unfair that so many people I love should be feeling sad right now (and that I should be unable to do anything about it--that's always--well). So it's not because there's anything wrong. I'm just going quiet.

(Oh--and. Waen wants me to write Horatio/Fortinbras. "Horatio/Fortinbras!" she said to me this morning. "That would be the greatest pairing ever!" And she knows nothing about Fortinbras, so. I may very well obey her; I tend to do that in these cases.)

In any event. So I shan't be about for a while, probably.

I need more bookmarks. This is silly. I'm using anything I can find.