Such incredibly wasted time

Oh my god I just spent way too long giving myself like thirty new Tales of the Abyss icons.

I still need to make iced tea, change the cat litter, put pants on again (stupid soup), and write the new chapter of Another Side. ...possibly in between playing my druid. I don't know. Shut up, stop looking at me.

I have no clever subject lines

Note to self: Stop writing "keyboard" when you mean "keyblade". Since you are writing about Roxas, fighting things, that could become an unfortunate typo.

Taha, the Iranian man who moved in downstairs today, happens to be a composer. As those of you who have been following my journal for two goddamn years know, The Last Dreamer was in the market for one of those. I plan to convince him that he should join the project before he moves out in August, or whenever he gets tired of living in a cubbyhole, whichever comes first.

Also -- come on, work. Come through for me. Mama needs a new computer.