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The world feels empty while the cold night stretches out over it. It's easy to believe I'm the only breathing right now. Desolate and comforting.

Just wrote a bit to my original fic. Not sure if I will keep this bit as it is very different from what I thought how I was going to start this story. We shall see, I can still change things.

*yawns*

I'm tired and I'm beginning to feel like one of the living again. Had a lazy day. Spend time playing Age of Mythology. Got cramps and read a bit, took a break to consider whether or not I wanted to throw up, read some more. Watched some telly. Read some smut. And that's it for me.

Haven't heard from An but she should have the tickets to the concert, otherwise I'm gonna be in a pissy mood. Went to Ozark Henry last night. Great concert, sadly enough PMS kinda interfered with my full enjoyment.

I tell you doctor, reality is haunting me cause everything's exactly as it is

( Waaaaaaay too much information )

Also, I think I'm pretty hormonal. Which would explain why I'm so protective of my OTP at the moment. Heh, haven't watched a stargate ep since I saw End Game. Might explain why I haven't had much inspiration lately. Hopefully I write some more on my original story later. But now, I'm gonna read in bed cause it's nice and warm there. I already got up at 11:00 when my mom went "You're up? I wasn't expecting you. We're still going to Brussels so if you want to sleep a bit longer..." Yeah, my mom actually told me I could sleep longer. So I crawled back in bed to have my sister ring me up and hour later and whine about how she's supposed to contact my dad and he has turned off his cell. Bet she'll be cranky for the rest of the day now.