a new colour to paint the world

'm back.

If I could dredge up the energy, I'd rave on for a while about all my new manga and comics and traipsing around Sydney and the wonder that is Baileys Glide. However, I have been dead on my feet since this morning. Almost fell asleep in maths and English. Went to dance rehearsal. Came home and fell into bed, got up, had dinner, attempted maths. My brain absolutely refuses to function. I've been staring at the screen trying to formulate suitable responses to various posts of joy and sorrow, but the music is attacking my defenses (weaker when I'm tired) and instead of the words coming, I feel like crying.

I do love you all, and I do care about your lives and loves and wish I could talk to you about them, but I'm frankly useless at the moment. Imagine me being ridiculously caring and witty and happy for you, and I'll rectify the situation once I've slept for a few decades.

However, because it needs to be said:

Nny! Nny! Guess what! Lucifer/Duma is backstory canon! Sort of! Booyah!

*is insanely happy owner of Lucifer 5 and Sandman 4&5*

I would really like to write for a while, but at this stage it's either dragging my ass through my maths homework or going to bed.

Pity. Sometimes sleep deprivation helps my writing no end.