Dear and darling readers,
Please pardon me while I fall off the face of the planet for a while. My brain is full. Dear God, my brain is so full.
I'm not doing NaNo, but I'm poking at my story about Elves
The Holidays... 'nuff said.
I have another thing I'm working on that's kind of huge for me
Then there's school.
Dearest wodentoad? You're one o' them - unless you're one of a something I didn't mention. You tell me which one you are, 'cause (in theory) you'd know better than me.
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Random? I'm one of what? Eh?
Yeah, you know that made no sense, right?
Holidays can be hard on crafters as is, add to that, she's in grad school, so I'm going to go with:
A: She's come up with a strange, rare, tropical disease, or...
B: She's tired, and not making sense. I've sent those e-mails before.
Check the previous post! Geez, people. *Sigh* *headdesk* ow.
...I like the tired explanation
Okay, I re-read the previous post and I still don't get it.
RANDOM GIRL strikes again!
I am not being random-girl. Wodentoad replied with "which one am I again?" which, I assume, referred to the list of religions represented in my family.
Yeah, I've been tired and overworked, but c'mon. I know a hawk from a handsaw.
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