Just call me Helena...

The good: I think I may have found a bunny for my Vigorli fic. *bg* Thank the Various Deities Above and Below, I was getting really worried about that one. Of course, I haven't actually written anything yet, so panic is still a viable option.

The bad: My mother has lost her everlovin' mind, and she's trying to drag me along with her. We're going to a gun show tomorrow. A. Gun. Show. I could stay home, but she's bribing me with a trip to my favorite bookstore, and a trip to the big one acre craft store, and then she said she would treat for Goblet of Fire tickets. Grrr. Argh.

I am weak, and easy. :P

Hey, maybe while I'm there I can find a crossbow--which I would get for protection only, and certainly not for stalking around the house with a purple bath towel tucked in the back of my shirt so I could pretend I'm the Huntress. /geek