Seeing as how I'm stuck between cramming for my last and final exam (ever), and a bout of writer's self loathing that almost rivals the "last days before Lucia threw in the towel on 'Solidarity'" (if you weren't around back then, be glad. Be very glad. It was ugly: bad online, worse in real life) I am taking a miniature vacation until I get my head screwed on straight.

Rogue!muse is bitchy.
Remy!muse is nonplussed.
Emil!muse feels neglected.
Henri!muse is hearing his death rattle.
Pyro!muse is blissfully unaware.

We are not amused.

See you on the flipside? Maybe?