DeeyanaLeFey

I got published. It was nothing really; a stupid campus journal thingy, but I was published in something. Two poems. Neither as good as the ones that I submitted for someone else, but they seemed to like the ones I gave them more. *shrug* I didn't get paid and the publication was sold at cost, but I am not going to nitpick things like that. I was still selected to be published for the first time.

Morning was not created for the faint of heart. And unfortunately I am of that breed. I am anything other than a morning person and what time is it now? Not even 11am. What kind of insanity is this that I am awake before 11 in the blessed morning, might I ask you? oh. heh. that explains it . . . My imaginary friend (also known as Binx, my actual best friend's cat) just informed me that I went to bed at the appropriate time of 1 this morning. Now, for the majority of the world that is early in the morning or very late at night. But for me, my dear friends, it is too early to go to bed. Much, much too early. I am one of those people that is