First thing's first: Yay for Team Boston! I was rooting for them or Team Cha Cha Cha, and since the Chas got eliminated last week, I was pretty much just rooting for Boston. Actually, I was rooting for anyone but Wil. If Tara and Wil had won, I would've had to go lie down and cry again.

Yesterday has reminded me that I'm less of a confronty type and more of a hide under my blankie type. Literally. My inner bitch needs a workout so she won't be afraid to become my outer bitch when the need arises.

Guh. I was up until 4 this morning, and I didn't get back up until 2 PM today. I can't do this. Last summer I got my sleep schedule entirely turned around. Although really, I can't think of a pressing reason why this was a bad thing, other than that it falls outside social norms. It's not like any of the work I do can't be done at odd hours or in the wee small hours of the morning. So, never mind. I'll sleep normal hours when I'm back in school. At any rate, I really need to get myself some structure. A system. Something. Something needs to be done so that I actually get stuff accomplished and don't piss half of my day away trying to figure out what I should do first, or what I should do next, or what have you. But not today. Today I'm going to be avoidy and just write, because I didn't get a single thing written yesterday other than hurt, angry e-mails and explanations to people caught in the cross-fire. So today I'm trying to put all that behind me and get some fic written. Hopefully you'll get to read some soon. Ciao.