now the die is cast / nothing left to do

So, my journal title, subtitle and flist title have been changed. (Musical lyrics. Of course.)

I can't update my userinfo, because I did that last week. Ditto with mercurial_wit's.

*twiddles thumbs*

Next up on the Fahye Procrastinates Like A Mofo list: writing! I have an abusive American from a post-catastrophic society in my head, which is interesting because a) I've never written an American before and b) they won't tell me their bloody gender.

Woo hoo.

(Whatever, it's more fun than my statistics notes. Also I find schadenfreude-ry comfort in the fact that my housemate has exams earlier than I do and she is yet to get out of bed before noon. Er. That's kind of worrying, actually.

Ah! As I type, she emerges! Crisis over. Not that there was one. OhgodI'msobored.)