Noli me tangere, iterum atque iterum...

[raven]

Despite the fact they are thirty miles due south from here, the mailing circle have picked up on my depressed mood during the course of the day, mainly because I was as subtle as a sledgehammer about it. I hate swinging moods, but rest assured, I will not do anything silly(!)
I met Vicky Brade again today, who wanted to apologise for our "feud." I considered saying "Noli me tangere," but settled for, "Whatever, don't touch me." She renewed her threats to do something violent to me, but I don't think I will be losing much sleep over it.
I've made a discovery. After watching the Enterprise episode Fight or Flight well over a dozen times, and listening to Trip Tucker saying, "I've been putting out fires in Engineering all afternoon, but then I found out chef was serving pecan pie, and suddenly my life is good again," I've discovered I can do a Southern accent!
Which is all well and good, but I got into a drama class because the teacher's cat is called Iona Peccalo Moonbeam, and I can't act. I can write - but I can't act. And until today I could only do one accent - vaguely British and extremely boring.
Ah.... that guy was just here. The one who added me to his contact list because I am Rohan's cousin-sister, but refuses to believe I am who I say I am. He thinks I'm somewhere in Shimla. I tried explaining to him I'm not in Shimla, I'm in Liverpool, but to him I will always be Rohan's kid sister playing at make-believe. I guess it's not my problem, though you would have thought Rohan might have mentioned where I am when he gave him my email address.... never mind...