Just so there's backup that I can Google for: I left a copy of the (written) letter I wrote to Darkside, explaining the unwritten letter that I will likely never write, here. Link is private.
There was stuff in my dreams last night. Darkside was there. There was some kind of thing going on, and he was from an old and respected wizarding family. He stood at his prescribed place waiting, and his father called his cellphone with a message. I chimed in with curiousity, and his father was ... not so much indignant as very surprised that Darkside would allow a Muggle-trained girl to touch his phone.
And it was him. Him, not just his body and what my brain says represents him.
witchofrock: The fountain thing was the 13th and 14th, right? I took a gander at the calendar... heh.
Damn SKIPPY it was the full moon!
That makes three.
I'm all for something on Sunday, December 07, as that's the day before the real full moon but it's probably going to be easier. Or, heck, maybe Monday, though we'll have to mind that I'm not too tired for school the next day.
Lazy day here. The rest of the gang got in early afternoonish, all exhausted. Little Fayoumis does not do well with abrupt changes in routine, and does even less well with same on top of long car rides and not much sleep.
Called the parents of an old high school friend and left my new number and new e-mail address.
Finished off Magician's Ward again.
School tomorrow. Didn't get any work on my novel done.
"You sound disappointed, little bird." "...Poisonous little bird?" "No, 'You sound disappointed, little bird.' Do you know what 'disappointed' means?" "...No?" So I explained it.
I did pretty much the same thing with my parents' friend Terry and the word 'unsanitary' as a kid. I hadn't encountered Terry as a name before... Fortunately, I was sufficiently inarticulate due to youth so that I was unintelligable to anyone but my parents.