I've pretty much deleted everything that was here because looking at it made me physically ill.

To be honest I'm really more engrossed in my fan-work at the moment (the mark of madness, I know) but Real Life is STILL standing with its scepter in my face, gratuitously shouting "YOU SHALL NOT PASS" every couple of minutes to make sure I get the idea. Until both of these unpleasantries desist, I suspect this desolate little page will remain more or less as desolate unless something begins to haunt me as I sleep.

In other words, I am a failure of an author and a poor excuse for a conversationalist. Feel free to chat me up!

-Nyx