gratings and hallucinations

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I stayed up past midnight yesterday writing smut in pigtails.
The pigtails referring to me, not the smut.
Then I decided that I should get a livejournal, so that I could start my first entry with that line.

I don't really feel like talking much about myself right now. I am snuggled in a blanket and my fingers are cold; it's winter in Vermont. My roommate is singing along with Loreena McKennitt. I recently returned from a plotting session for a LARP I'm joining. I'm playing an exiled unseelie who used to be male but became a sort of hermaphrodite, lost half of his memory, and is now planeshopping aimlessly, being female, and going by the name of Cheryl (that's with a hard 'ch'). She's based on a character in a universe I created that I used to write in a lot, a character who had the distinction of catalyzing a dizzying cross-plane-cross-time plot and wound up being the lead guitarist in the rock band of the estranged son of the main character of the first novel in that world.

I suspect most of the people who read this already know me in one capacity or another, so I'm not going to try to introduce myself, which would take too much time anyway. The only thing I will say right now is that my capitalization is erratic and I have a really big water mug. Now I'll go play with lj features.