Coyote Walking

I am really glad that I'm not cursed this weekend. I can't deny that I'm finding some of the, um... stories that have been posted rather intriguing, but I'm really happy that I'm not being forced to write and share any of that stuff myself.

I wonder who I'd write about if I was cursed. Maybe a little Doctor/Rose or some Mara/Ken?

Guess we'll never know.


[OOC: Today is Mercy's birthday. She wouldn't have told anyone, but if there is anyone who might have occasion to know (or remember from last year) they are free to mention it or do something if they'd like.]

Kind of wish my dad had showed up today. Not that I ever met him. There are things I'd love to talk to him about, though.

Then again, maybe Bryan would have showed up. I'd have liked to see him again - though I'm not sure I could have kept myself from telling him what his killing himself did to me and how selfish I think it was. Even though I understand why he did it.

Or maybe Bran might have showed up. Boy, I could use a good chat with Bran right about now.

But as it is I spent the night baking and cleaning with every light in the place blazing as bright as I could get 'em.

Anyone who wants cookies can come on over and Dean, I tried that cherry pie recipe. Not sure how good it came out, but it's yours.