cuddlefish

Hey, it's November first. For those of you who are thinking about taking on the Nanowrimo, good luck, have fun, and boy am I glad I'm not you! ♥ X3 (I'm not going to get to read any cool novels this way, am I?)

EDIT: ...I am displeased with my new psychopharmacologist. Also, with my dinner options. I think I'll just hate everything until I get fed.

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Aliens are fighting for earth every day, and the wounded of the side that likes us land up in our hospitals in seeeecret. But a girl who doesn't know anything about that makes happy friends with an alien girl (ALIENS WITH GENDERS LIKE OURS!!! the convenience is overwhelming) in the hospital and takes care of her while she's in a coma. Unfortunately, the alien girl dies, and the human girl finds out her friend was really an ALIEN HERO. (Possibly from a sexy conspiracy doctor man, I don't know.) She turns into a magical girl who fights to save the aliens that are still dying in hospitals.

It's great. I think I've even figured out how to fit in another Rufusclone. :DDD And CAKE. Alien cake? Yes. Right. So. DUN STEAL MY ANIME IDEA I THOUGHT IT UP FIRST.

While I have varying levels of satisfaction with my life right now (mostly low), more prominent is my shame. I feel horrifically ashamed that I'm not some kind of Model Citizen. In fact, I think just about everything I do is shameful somehow. So it's not my psychopharmacologist's fault, but after explaining my life to him and hearing his amazement, I felt slightly inadequate. I mean, you know, kinda. Crappy?

EDIT: I hid the fact that I got any eggs before because if they didn't hatch into something nice first thing off, my little maiden heart would have been broken. ;_; But they're not ugly, right?