"She's a Radio Playing in the Dark..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

Okay, D.C. people, mmebahorel got us dinner reservations. :D Information is here, please look. That means you.

In other news, my body hates me.

And Orson Welles is ridiculously icky.

(Must write next chapter of Catechism. Is all planned out. But to-morrow is baking day, and also I have Religion = Love group from three to five. Mmm, busy.)

Comments

[gileonnen.livejournal.com]

... that needs to get written, eh? What with them sharing a bed, and everything--I just think I'd fail at writing Clar. We'll see. ^_^;

(I'm coming to R&G; how early would you like me at the theatre? And do you mind awfully if I am on the phone with Zara constantly from the moment I'm about to get off the metro until the moment at which I get to the theatre? Because that way I have someone to tell instantly if I'm in imminent danger of rape/mugging/murder/street musicians. Sorry for all of the questions!)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

It almost became canon, actually, but there was a hitch. Clar is not at all sane. But in the next chapter there is a fair amount of her.

(Probably half an hour? ^^ That would be fine, I would think. No, no, I'm sorry I'm not more helpful. >_>)

[gileonnen.livejournal.com]

Oooh, I can study her speech patterns! Sounds like fun!

(I can totally do that. That gives me plenty of time to get lost! ^____^)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

XD I love you.

(Okay, great! )