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I am unfazed. I woke up and (what's his name? I can't even remember. Joel, I think) was in Danica's bed. I heard them talking, which woke my brain up a lot faster than normally.
I am unfazed.


...that's a lie. But I'm doing a good job of pretending to be.

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I wish that after I got over being sick, I could keep the range my voice has now. I discovered, singing along to Wicked, that now that my voice is all messed because of my cold, I can hit the low notes in I'm Not That Girl without any trouble. Of course, my voice sounds terrible, but hey...I like the range. *grin*
...on the other hand, I totally lose the upper register. *sigh* I guess one can't have everything.

Writing post!

My third post today. Does this say something about how motivated I am to do actual work? (Naw...)

The plot bunnies bit. Actually, they bit as artistic plot bunnies, but I have NO time to draw a comic or even a still picture, so I had to write it out. And so...I present yet another scene which has no context (hurrah!). The nameless blond bodyguard works for Warrick (obviously); I think Liam did as well. Did. Does. I don't know, he's inscrutable, that one.
(If anyone has Ideas on where this could go...let me know. Cause it came as what you see and not much more.)

( Let her go. Let her go or I'll shoot. )