I finished the fourth chapter in In Black and White. Once Tyramir's done proof-reading it, it should be up on FF.net fairly soon. I had a lot of fun writing the last half of the chapter; characterization has always been a favorite of mine, and I think I did a decent job with Vincent. And once I break the group up, it'll be easier to write.

Had a talk with Brad last night. It involved me screaming and snapping at him, and him snarking and being a jerk, and I do believe it made the both of us cry. But all in all, I'm glad it happened. It's not resolved, but the information is out there, instead of being bottled up and threatening to explode at any given point in time. We both have communication issues, though. Gotta work on those.

I'll be going to the library tomorrow. I hope I can run into someone that I can have a conversation with, so I can have someone to talk to other than Grandma. I love her, but I DO need friends in Kalamazoo, you know?

And now for songage. Artist and title are mentioned in the music bar.

Tonight will be the night that we
begin to ease the plugs out of the dam
And we still stand knee deep in the flow
the undertow will grab our heels and won't let go
And while we hold, our legs quivering
the water rises now to our teeth when we just let go

and sail belly up to the clouds
the rocks scraping our backs
To breathe in the air will be the only thing that we have

and all the wasted nights and empty moments in our lives
are flushed away as we sway with the rhythm of the waves bobbing us up
Crests fall to troughs as we feel our gills open up

and sail belly up to the clouds
the rocks scraping our backs
To breathe in the air will be the only thing that we have

And if the hook set in the bottom of our lungs
we'll rip it out and lick the blood off with our tongues

Despair could ravage you if you turn your head around
to look down the path that's lead you here, cause what can you change?
You're a vessel now floating down the waterways
You can take your rudder and aim your ship
just don't bother with the things left in your wake

Just sail belly up to the clouds
the rocks scraping your back
To breathe in the air will be the only thing that you have
and your love will be warm nights
with pockets of moonlight
spotlighting you as you drift
the actor in this play
And you walk across the stage
take a bow, hear the applause
and as the curtain falls
just know you did it all
the best that you knew how
and you can hear them cheering now
So let a smile out and show your teeth
cause you know you lived it well
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