Okay. My paper's done and I just got back from Lincoln, where I got my picture taken about 150 times. Sally's not a pretty girl. Sally doesn't like pictures. But Sally's a theater minor and they're required, so Sally had to go.
Oh wait. This isn't my blog!
Anyway, I'm back and still a tad cranky. Seems that I may be in for a lynching. If so, have at it. Seems every time I'm an innocent I try to help and end up dead. I'm all for tradition, so enjoy yourselves. (Told you. Cranky.)
Moving on.
I'll go redo my analysis of Nerwen (so she'll see it all in one post and be happy again) and I'll see what else I can get done. If I do end up dying, I may as well make myself useful to the village, yeah? Because apparently making sure we don't have a non-existent player around on the last Day isn't being helpful. But never fear! I shall try to assist.
And then take a nap. Because I'd like to sleep at some point.
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ETA: No, I'm not crabby because of the game, by the way. Just so no one here thinks I'm mad at them. I'm just terribly sleep-deprived and such business.