kishmet

Every night when I'm trying to sleep, I try not to open my eyes. Every time I open my eyes when I'm in the dark alone, I see a spider coming down from the ceiling on a thread onto my face. Realistic hallucinations? Ghost spiders? I don't know, but I can never manage to keep my eyes closed, even though I know that it will terrify me to open them.

My life never ceases to amuse me.

In other news, I'm behind on commenting. I'm sorry. If I haven't commented on a particular entry, it's not because I'm uninterested, I promise. At least I'm not as far behind on comments as I am on homework.

And now, so that I can pretend to myself that this entry is worthwhile, here are two random, old-ish, crappy pieces of Golden Pair fanfiction. They're a little fluffy but not overly so. They're all right. I guess.
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