So...

The neighbour just came over and asked us if our phones and tvs were working because hers died. So we checked ours and the phone seemed ok, but the internet and tv weren't working. But the lights were still on. Crazyness. Anyway, internet back now. Yay! And my sheets are in the wash so all my blaknets and stuff were on the floor and I was feeling a little sad so naturally I crawled under the big pile of blankets (they were all squished between my bed and the wall) and stayed there for a while until I felt more energetic and made a blanket fort. It's not a very good fort, but there's enough room in it for me. When I turned on Edgar I was planning to bring him in the fort with me, but I think I'm ok. I don't feel the need to hide in there anymore. Besides, it would be awkward trying to type and not knock down the fort at the same time.

Awkward. I love that word.

Which is pervier?

I put this question out for you, darling f'list, because really I can't decide.

Reading erotica and really enjoying it or writing it for kicks?