The books are watching me. As I sit, a humongous pile of unread history books stands less than two feet from my chair, quilting me with its unshrinking presence. Perhaps if I stare at it long enough I shall automatically absorb the information into my brain. *stares* Damnit, it's not working.
I seem to have accidentally called one of my characters Charlie Browne, not remembering the other Charlie Brown as I had not sounded the whole name together until two hours later when it smacked me upside the head. Hast surname changing ensued. I don't know how that happened. I have the sudden urge to call someone Snoopy.
Heroes was good. ( Certain things are making the OTP fangirl in me not so happy )
I seem to have accidentally called one of my characters Charlie Browne, not remembering the other Charlie Brown as I had not sounded the whole name together until two hours later when it smacked me upside the head. Hast surname changing ensued. I don't know how that happened. I have the sudden urge to call someone Snoopy.
Heroes was good. ( Certain things are making the OTP fangirl in me not so happy )