InsaneJournal

My life of hiding is so boring, my journal falls into a coma when I put pen to paper.

I wish to fight, to help. I don't know how, or if it would be welcome, or if I would be an asset if I leave the comfort of a potions lab (or from behind a register, but I doubt the great fight between good and evil will require accounting skills). But I do know, living this small, scared life is going to kill me. Or give me wrinkles, which is unquestionably worse because you have to live with being ugly.

I am boring myself. I'm going to draw a bath and read Pride and Prejudice.





PS, Blaise still sucks as a boyfriend. Alert the media.