clean up your act

[azurelunatic]

Reorganization being imposed from Above upon my room. I am the willing avatar, glowing at the cursor. Too much Alchemy (damn you; curse you. PopCap Games & Yahoo!) is affecting my eyes, my perceptions, my thoughts. The lemonwood wand is almost ready; it wants a lemon, perhaps a citrine crystal for tip? Green, malachite for base. Runic engravings? No, a spiral of silversolder, burnt in deep to the wood. Invoking, not banishing. I can feel it with my tired drugged mind.