and the light of a fading star is what you were, is what you are

I feel more cheerful about life in general. A night of good conversation with friends will do that for you. Met up with a bunch of folks from highschool, and it's sort of comforting to see how some people never change at all. The only possible way it could have been better was if erika_javert was there to add her two cents on the concept of sexualized nuns.

Speaking of other bits of conversation. As always, there are about three completely different conversations happening at the same time. Someday kadrin and twigcollins will tired of being quoted out of context. I shall milk it until then.

( So, the psychology of used books, fighting habits of co-writing authors, esoteric religious observations, and literary mercenaries. )

I can't help starting to make lists now of authors I would cheerfully take out hits on.

This was supposed to be a music post. Clearly, something went awry. You know, I have a stick of Twinkies-flavored lipbalm in front of me (which both tastes and smells exactly like Twinkies in an awful way) and it has instructions. Who the hell needs instructions for lipbalm? Not only that, but it has extremely explicit warnings. NOT TO BE EATEN. KEEP OUT OF EYES. HAS REMOVABLE CAP.

I can only assume that means that someone, at some time, has tried to eat, apply it to his or her eyes, or has been befuddled by the cap. Man. And soranokumo, I shall call you tomorrow. Today. Whatever.