Hmm.

Hmm.

HMM.

I'll tell you all about my exciting life one day, I swear. But you will have to pay a fee and bring your own popcorn. Quite frankly you haven't been cleaning up your mess in the theatre lately, and my spotty teenage colleague here is so frustrated he's refusing to let me use the big screen. Thus, no bio. I fear you have only yourself to blame.

Sooooooomewheeeeeeere, overrrrr the raaaaaaiiiiinbooooow:

http://the-clayer.livejournal.com/725.html

There was...a...liiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnk~

Okay tinny update (don't ask me why I'm writing an update for such a silly story) for any lovely soul reading (god knows why you are but I love you to bits):

1) My computer has waged war. We have been fighting a battle for about a month now, and I am losing. Badly. Very, very badly. I am the generic, pathetic damsel in distress who has not-so valiantly attempted to defeat a legion of viruses and has funked up the system files like a 1970s disco. Can't save any word documents, can't access Windows Updates, can't take a piss without it crying about something. Yaaaay. Huzzaaaah. Help? No? Gahhhhhhhhhh.

2) Exams will be over on Wednesday.

YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS.

PARRRRRRRR-TAAAAAA -

Hahahahhahahahahaha no. It means Chapter Nine will be waddling its wounded little bottom onto your screens! Ahah! Eheh...ah...

Also. A message for a very special reader. Aherm.

CoffeeAddict, please. You are going to give yourself a hernia. Just come back to bed. Relax. Let me give you a massage. I assure you, Jake and Andy are still verrrry much rolling around in my little insignificant mind aiding the semi-fatal procrastination-for-examinations process, as are about a million other stories. But fear not, for they will dance for you soon, my sweet. THEY'LL DANCE FOR YOU SOON.

Now, everybody say it together: "Clayyyerr suuuuuuuuuuccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkks~"