I get so high from connecting with people that sometimes I just sit back and evaluate my emotional levels with this vaguely nonplussed detachment.
This was a very pointless update, but I mentioned this fact elsewhere and thought it was funny and it is midnight so yeah
ETA: While I'm at it, Tweeter109 just finished her book and my heart is currently shattered in a million awestruck pieces. That is much more worthwhile than reading about my weirdness. I sound sane, but I'm actually so desperately mindblown and witless that I'm reacting with a mask of unusual calm. GO READ "THE FOURTH PIPER" AND LET YOURSELF BE SWALLOWED IN LYRICAL PROSE AND FOREBODING AND SACRIFICE AND AHHHHHHHH
Huh where did that mask go...
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Verity's Book 2.0
OverigBecause I'm the worst at coming up with inventive titles... New random book. Mostly the same stuff. I'm a hectically busy girl adjusting to the perks of adulthood (buying your own personal block of cheese at the store, amirite?) and enthusing over t...