Mutter, Mumble

Still...typing. Tired, but can't force myself to just go to bed. And when I wake up tomorrow, I'll think, "Why didn't you just go to sleep at a decent hour?"

Poo sleep. I'm running virus scans and typing, getting ahead on Madness so I can update before I take my family-visit break and immediately upon my return. Said return will involve me clinging to the laptop for dear life and groaning for Zangeal fic to stop the withdrawal symptoms. And since I'll only be alone and safe from my 9-year-old niece and 2-year-old nephew at night, the Choir will probably keep me up with their demands. Stop touching my hair, Amarissia. Be nicer to my kitten, Amarissia. Make Naughty!Genesis leave me alone, Amarissia. That note better not be for a bestiality fic, Amarissia. I tell you, I tolerate them only for the booty. The booty they get from each other and I observe, I mean.

That reminds me, I should make time to type up a new dialogue with the Choir that includes some more progress on the Angeal and Zack front. If I kill Angeal a couple more times, I bet I can get them to kiss.

Zack: "Don't! Please?" *puppy pout*

Angeal: *glares at me*

Or...I can try another tactic. Okay, back to typing and no doubt making amusing mistakes that I won't be able to find later. *grumble*