I'm lucky to still have a room.

[aruan]

Finally found my way home after three days spent in blissful exile with two of the people who'd definitely be on my deserted island list. It was lovely to have you here however briefly, silentfire (quite the slavedriver! However, there's an entire new section of Matrix twins fic to show for it, so.) And of course seeing walkingshadow is always a party. I've got braids in my hair, new ideas about the twins to ponder, and a whole lotta popslash media to ship out. It really, really was only a matter of time.

Picked up my brother from the post-Prom bash at the Clarion Hotel in West Palm Beach this morning. Considering the amount of sleep I've snatched over the course of the past week and that said location is about an hour away from my house, I'm fairly certain this feat at least merits an honorary ranking within the highest order of Sisters.

Someone more ballsy and clever than I took a pair of pruning shears to the shrubbery sign in front of a community near my house called Rock Creek. The hedge now most amusingly reads Fuck Creek. Hee.

Watched a movie called Bread and Roses over my morning cereal. So, wow. It was about janitors in Los Angeles protesting the low pay/no benefit working conditions of non-union laborers, who are primarily illegal Mexican immigrants. V. v. disturbing in its realism, but excellently done.

On a more shallow note, Adrian Brody was also in it, playing a young college student-activist and looking hotter than anything that has previously been classified under the same adjective with a goatee, wearing a red shirt/jeans ensemble. Mildly distracting would be a gross understatement - I totally lost time watching the movie.

And then I slept. Not nearly enough, but there's a dent in the sleep debt paneling.