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In order to make this move a fun thing instead of a traumatizing one, I've been focusing completely on the material aspects of it. The emotional aspects would be generally Not Good: instability, family getting torn apart, leaving the house I've been in for eight years, whatever. Instead I'm just enjoying packing and cleaning and throwing things out and organizing, anticipating unpacking and redecorating and shopping and reorganizing and throwing more things out. The new house doesn't have as many functional problems as this one did (probably because it's less bloody old), it just needs fun things. Fun things being fun, of course, when you're thinking materially.

Now if only could be having helpful interior decorating ideas for any rooms other than my own, as am getting on my own nerves as well as everyone else's.

OT: Started writing Claudia's backstory, in the style of IWTV (because Ella did hers in the style of Blackwood Farm). Am debating whether to put out a casting call for an agent to do the actual abduction, or save cameos for real PPC stories and try my hand at writing Agent Sparticus (the Elder) just because it'd be interesting and it's completely inconsequential anyway. Basically I don't want to put out a casting call on the Board, because I want to write someone I know in this slot.

Any agents here who want to have abducted me? Time slot for most of real-world is a bit after Fellowship came out; so early January of 2002. Where were you working then? And I need Random Characterization Information, should you choose to do the abduction.

No packing today! *stretch* Homework, though.

-Claudia

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Night falls, and again I want to go dancing in graveyards. There is no one to go dancing in graveyards with... why is there no one to go dancing in graveyards with in this town? We have two beautiful graveyards, and no one to go to either with me and dance barefoot in them to loud Gothic music, to Inkubus Sukkubus or Voltaire, for hours and hours until the sun comes up again the next morning and we have to go home and sleep off the damage done to our feet.

Oh, and there's also the fact that I can't dance. And that I'm not allowed to stay out all night.

*sound of something shattering* I believe that was the poetic atmosphere.

-Claudia