I can’t keep the eyes open long enough to finish the blog of intent, so here is what you get:
Place-filler.
Am about to begin a new week and a new script (in earnest), committing lines to m’brains until they stick, and running accents until my tongue muscle gives out.
…Not as sexy as from overuse of rampant kissing escapades, but we take what we can get, folks.
And right now, it could so be a lot, lot worse.
So, yay for that.
~D
