You know that feeling where you're trying to juggle alot of balls at once, attempting to keep as many of them in the air as possible?
If you pardon the unintentional innuendo of the metaphor, I've only just noticed half of mine dropping with a resounding thump.
This is what happens when you concentrate so hard on keeping only a couple of balls going, that you become rather oblivious to everything else that's happening around you.
Oops.
Damn squirrelly wrath.

In other news, I can now officially say that I'm so goth, I get swooped by bats O.o

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What type of Fae are you?