*screams*

I'm going insane. I wandered around town wearing a Zorro mask the other day. A moth decided to crawl over my face when I was going to sleep. I had a General Studies exam. And just now I had a major nostalgia rush for Pokemon (which is all one friend's fault, but hey).

And oh gosh. I feel strange.

I desperately want to post some fic. Lots and lots and lots of it.

But though I have one drabble done, and am working on more stuff (almost finished the late Jantolution challenge bit and Jack's Dispensable, which I likey) posting it feels wrong.

What's the matter with me?