No, never mind, that wasn't what I meant to talk about, especially not in this journal!
The point is, I'm really ticked, confused, a little scared, and a lot disgusted right now. This is generally bad for my writing.
BUT. Today Azilie is ticked, confused, a little scared, and a lot disgusted! So I'm going to try to channel my genuine feelings into her. :-p
Writing about a twelve-year-old is a good vent when you're trying to pass as a diplomatic 25-year-old in your real life.
(And it's 10:15 again; how does it keep getting so late? Oh, right, I keep going and doing other stuff. Note to self: don't do that tomorrow.)