I am very busy. (By my own low standards.)

I am also very, very tired and frankly it’s making me a little, uh…

*becomes distracted by a distant dust mote*

*stares*

*stares some more*

*slowly keels over*

Amazingly, writing is going well. I think.

I found a 90s tattoo choker. We’re wearing chokers again now, right?

Otherwise I have nothing to say to you. Go on, get out of here. Shoo.

(But, uh, please come back. Our regular writing/fangirling/crying programming will resume as soon as I get a proper night’s sleep. And maybe a pizza.)