That's great! 
I have to go now. 🙁 I'll probably be back on Monday, though. G'night! 🙂
@gyps: haha, no, you weren't. I just have almost no idea as to how to write this, so I'm sort of figuring it out as I go....
Drat it! Goodnight, Alex. 🙁
@Ariel: 😆
@gyps: yeah... story of my life....
Oh, forgot to mention. I was watching a Poirot mystery last night in which there is a mystery author who speaks of his detective character as though he was real ("he told me to check my book of train times to check the criminal's alibi" or "I did do research on the subject, but he wouldn't go for it" or "he does all the mystery-solving for me... I'd like to know how he does it sometimes"). And I definitely get that. But even more than that, toward the end of the episode, a bunch of other character stare at him awkwardly after he says something like that and Poirot says something along the lines of, "I believe he's suffering from a malady that afflicts many authors in which their characters are real to them, perhaps even more real than reality." Yeah, I started laughing at myself. 😆
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@Ariel: Haha! 😆
Good morning, everyone! *bounces in*
Edit: *bounces out to go to church*
Hi, Nia! 
*bounces back into the forum*
HI, GYPS! *HUGTACKLES*
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Hi, Cor!
*HUGS BRO*
*bounces back in after a lovely SKype with Nia* <.>
*listens to Learning to Plough* I really should do something with the ideas it keeps giving me, but I'm already overwhelmed with ideas. -_-
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