Today is Pink Day.

Callie's having a field day. 'Want! Want!' is a common theme - from bright pink feather boas to tie-dye purple and blue and pink shirts to fairie wings. Wandering Star isn't so happy, though; she's glad I've gone into hiding in the Pod. The lock on the locker just opposite us is pink, though, and there's another two which are blue and pink a little further down; and of course, I'm wearing pink, although a significantly less bright pink than most people, and the jeans border on purple.

I've done quite a lot of the graphics for the next stage of my website, which will partially explain what I'm going on about when I say 'Callie' or 'Wandering Star'. You may have got the idea from when I went through my userpics, though. Tonight we're off to the RI again - during a tube strike! My parents are driving into London during a tube strike! We never claimed to be sensible, after all.

I'm in full-blown see-saw mode at the moment - one moment I'm bouncing around with a desperate happiness bordering on hysteria, the next I'll be dragging my feet and wondering why I don't just go to sleep and not bother waking up again. I think there's some kind of virus eating me (I keep getting headaches and sore throats and sneezes, but nothing conclusive enough to say 'this is a cold'), which could be the trigger cause of this.

I've also been trying to redraft Kestra thoroughly, but although I've dealt with some of the major characterisation/plot atrocities and most of the sentances that deserved to be taken out and shot, I'm still beginning to believe that it's just incurably sucky. Then again, so is the Haylar I drew, and the horrible fantasy guck that I keep trying to write.

Ah well, maybe I'll learn how to write again someday.