Monday madness

Still not caught up on sleep, and the weather isn't helping. Consequently, have made mish-mash of katakana test. Be-dah.

I want to meet an anti-globalist so that I can hug him. Because we're having the European Economic Summit in Warsaw Wednesday to Friday, and all my classes got cancelled unofficially, even if the Rector of the college is adamant about us being the only higher educational establishment that will not get time off due to the Summit. Woo. Free time.

Which I'll need. Because?

Right. Update of the muse situation. Fingon is sitting on the bed and having existential angst. Maedhros is wrapped around Fingon, trying to convince him there's more fun stuff to be had on a bed than that. Subaru and Seishirou are sitting in opposite corners, each chewing on a pencil as they write letters to each other. Sands finally conquered his insomnia, but seeing as it's rather crowded (my room is only 3 by 3.5 meters), he's sleeping under the bed. A sudden Caranthir is pacing the room, ranting about infuriating dwarves and stupid Laiquendi. Various other characters are peering out of mirrors and cupboards, deciding they'd rather give my mind a pass for now.

And Fëanor is sitting at the computer, cackling madly because he finally talked me into making him an LJ account. If anyone's interested, he's finwion.

Next on to-do list: OUATIM: Insomnia, OUATIM: On the lips of children, Silm: more Fëanorian improvs, X1999: Paper Promises.