rflong

This may just be the slump after the many highs of the last week. But...

Last night my sister referred to me as "a middle aged woman".

My older sister.

*pout*

Not impressed.

*double pout*

I said "Are you calling me old?" to which she replied "No, because that would have knock-on connotations."

But middle aged!!!

I will not proudly re-state for the record that I am still, and will most likely always be, sixteen in my head.

(I wish that made me slender, energetic and fun-loving, but I remember myself as a sixteen year old so... Nah, probably not. Maybe fun-loving. Who doesn't love fun?)

Anyway, got back into the Robert Emmett scene in Moy Tura Echoes last night and typed it up. Which is good. It has now made it to 45,532 words or 236 pages.

But I'm still sulking.

*pout*