we'd be so less fragile if we're made of metal.

I'm having that awkward moment when you know you're overemotional and hormonal when a story you're writing at 3AM is leaving a lump in your throat, even though it's a crap story. Oh and work is at 10:30AM and I'm not tired. HOORAY except not really. What is your life, Sam?

Um, on another matter entirely: I'm not sure what's going on with Livejournal, but in case it decides to implode with the way it's been acting lately, I'm letting you guys know that I have a Tumblr and a Dreamwidth account. (I've also got an Insanejournal and Plurk accounts lying around someplace. Same screen name for all of them, btw.) Just in case you guys wanted a friendly reminder! I doubt anything bad's going to happen, but I figure the heads-up wouldn't hurt.