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I dreamed last night, about Tom Riddle and a vampire, and a strange house with a rolling green lawn. I'm not even going to parse it, except to note so many quirky details could only have come from reading LJ.

Currently ensconced in Metro. Though I will have to go move my car in an hour. There is nowhere to fucking park and if I wasn't worried about getting towed... bastards. They picked a nice time to block off half the damned street back there.

Text messages with Rach and a phone call with Melynda has put me far ahead on my wondering about the nature of regret and loyalties in the new book.

spot hopping

Well after hopping from three different spots, I finally landed a meter spot out in front of Metro. Sarah loaned me some change and it will cover until 5:30pm when they turn off. Yay! Park of my spot hopping included the Co-op lot, so I finally bought a burnt orange tshirt to celebrate my university. Melynda will be happy. Since I work Saturdays I'm going to miss a lot of the games and I figured I might as well have a shirt to wear.

Someone did a double take at me on Guadalupe. That's the power of my new black strappy shirt that I bought in June I suppose. Yay, pointless self esteem boost.

Please, let the reggae stop soon.

letters

Rough draft of Letters (updated)
Author: tsarina
Pairing: Lucius/Narcissa/Severus
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Not really anything, but it probably makes more sense if you have read Chapter 2 of HBP.

(I haven't written fanfic for anything in such a very long time. I'm still trying to find the right voice for this. It still feels awkard, hence the notation that this is a draft.)

( Letters )