:looks around for Fate:

Today is one of those days in which I'm nearly positive I'll be hit by a bus. It's been such a great day, and it's only 10:30; I feel as though something must be about to go horrifically wrong.

But on to why it's been great: I love my job. Love, love, love my job, especially today. I've received two compliments on my earrings, of all things; had one of the 'library groupie' students just be kind and talk to me for a bit; I've just helped a trio of students find a video about chair exercises even though they'll have to go to the public library to get it… I feel so accomplished! I also got a 4-page letter written to my dad and stepmom, and wrote a drabble that I'm proud of but I'm afraid I may have mis-posted; it was only 7:15 a.m. when I did so. :facepalm: Several friends have birthdays tomorrow and I'm excited for them. In writing to my parents about my new place I'm newly enthusiastic about moving on and moving out.

I have fun, potentially vivid 'no-color-god-ever-intended' red hair color to do my hair with. I have to mow the lawn first, though, as with all the rain we've had it's positively jungle-ish.

I think I'll go have some breakfast now.

:skips away:

If Ever Two Were One

For all coming to this, I wrote this out of adoration for wolfiekins.

Happy Birthday, dear heart.

Oh: it's HP, and slash and NC-17, so if you're on my flist and not into that (you probably already figured out the content, perhaps not), please skip it. Sorry I didn't warn last night, I was exhausted.

( If Ever Two Were One )

Belatedly, the morning after:
my heartfelt gratitude to matildabishop, snottygrrl and cim_halfling for their combined betas, which improved this story under their masterful eyes.