"I'm unclean, a libertine, and every time you vent your spleen I seem to lose the power of speech.."

I am aware my last entry didn't make a lick of sense. By the addition a single ">" sign, I've tripled it in length and made it much more comprehensible, so that's good.

Today is supposed to be another peaceful day, but judging from the howling emanating from downstairs, I should be so lucky. Blah blah angelcakes. I want some peace and quiet, and I want something to type on instead of having to write in longhand - the Fic From Hell is going to eat my brain. I've no idea where it's going and what purpose I'm writing it for, and of course it being what it is (fannish, slash) I have to keep it under wraps from everyone else. At home it's not so bad - my mother would never read my writing, and Pedar would skim it and never speak of it unless I asked him to.

So... yes. Peace and quiet would be nice, but you can't have everything.