One of the things I was doing before I had Internet in my room was going through files on my harddrive and being reminded of all the WIPs [Works-In-Progress] that I have. After Singspiration on Friday, Ginny asked me if I was doing any writing. Identifying myself as a writer has felt inaccurate for some time now [especially since people usually use it to mean writer-of-fiction, and I've been more nonfiction-oriented recently] but I do miss being a ([fan]fic) writer.
In other news, I have rage. But I am leaving soon to get new eyeglass lenses, so that will be good. ::ignores memory of heat and construction, and works on performance evaluation instead::
