Happy Mexican Independence Day!

To celebrate, I just bought myself a Mexican history book, because my barebones knowledge about my own country is embarrassing by now. I did learn some this past year, but this subject is so humongous that there's no way to keep up. Meanwhile I'm being inundated by books about Tudor England and backbiting nobles and Greek Literature and humanism and the Reformation interspersed by quick shots of Christopher Moore to inject some wacky fiction in my system. This research is going to take me at least a year. It's insane. Why do I always have to go for the hardest ideas? Why?

And why are there history books that cost $140? This is horrible. *cries*

Also, dealing with banks sucks. A lot.

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An as yet untitled fic in its second draft.

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