bloodyrockgod | (no subject)

I'm legitimately employed, more or less. Much to the manager's
(owner's? I'm not sure) reluctance, but here we are.

Played my bit of a tune for Penny. And she kissed me. Well, she kissed
me first and then I played for her, and she liked it.

Got to know the French kids a bit. Gavroche and little Meg, the
dancer. And talked to Moirtaine again. Came thisclose to telling her,
but not in so many words, you know.

I feel . . . okay. Still cold. Still unsteady. Still pukey. Still
can't sleep. Still a bit like nightmares are nibbling on the edges of
my vision. Maybe I don't feel so okay.

And I don't have a word for tomorrow.

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[ooc: AWWW,]

You know, I just realized I can't find your email addy with which to email you and say HEY we must lot. i am totally enjoying the Charlie/bartleby plot though...

It's minorblue(at)gmail(dot)com, or 2ndtour_finland@livejournal.com.

Whee! Plotting! :D

Oh yay, Plotting.