Updatey

Yaay... BakaNeko-chan is going to make me one of her lovely layouts ^__^ Makes me happeeee... [For some reason I'm suddenly thinking about that scanlation, umm... the one I can never remember what it's called, about the artist-boy that never talks and does't show any expression but his crush- a baseball fan- asks him out... that one. BakaNeko-chan knows the one and she's going to be wonderful enough to tell me the name, I hope. *hint hint*]

But for now, let me bitch about air conditioning. Or, rather, my dear mother's fixation with it.
It is a rather inconvenient thing;simply sitting at my computer at home[oh, how I long for thee, Faye-Faye!] I find myself bundled up in sweatshirts and blankets. In the warmest room in the house. I believe that it would not be so bad, were it not for the, erm... "fake" feeling of this air, being not a breeze but something brought into being by a machine.
Ooh. Wind machine. Must use that somewhere.
On another note, it is almost one o'clock at home, but here it is almost ten. I have gotten seven hours of sleep... Nummy.