HEHEM! KAY! So those of you that actually give two flying fucks have probably been wondering which corner of the earth I have just dropped off of. The answer to your question? The far left hand corner of my room. By my invisible under clutter dresser and pile of half dirty half clean clothes. I have been gounded. ME! At EIGHTEEN! For having a "dirty room". Well MOM you would have a dirty room too if IIIIII just kept taking YOUR stuff out from the spots where they have been for YEARS around the house and PILED them ALL on your SMALLER THAN A WALK IN CLOSET BEDROOM. I get one spot done and then she piles more SHIT on it. FOOK!

Okay. Rant aside. I have been grounded and unable to get near a computer (or any electronic device other than my cell for the matter. Cuz she can get that when she pries it from my COLD DEAD FINGERS) for oh... I'd say... two months now? Uggh. The only reason I am able to write this right now is because I am at my sweet old grannie's house and she loves me.... plus she doesn't know I'm grounded from the computer. And I haven't been able to write more of Fire Fly, which I think about every day. So yes. No fanfictiony goodness = the women who spent ten minutes birthing me one cold January morning.