Alrighty, I have a day off tomorrow, which means I can sleep in, or at least until I feel I'm well rested. And then get invigorated into writing. I've missed not being exhausted and wanting to write instead of lay in bed moaning or in my shower for 2 hours grimy and moaning.

I apologize for the wait, Black, I'll be sure to get that pad up tomorrow with some Roy stuff. Getting eased into my job, especially since it wasn't as terribly exhausting as the last one my mother attempted to have me do. At least I'm not perpetually sore any longer. @_@ Why would a scrawny kid like me want to work in a warehouse?

I seriously should have gotten a job during high school. >_<

Oh, and good luck on your exam, Prisk!!!

Also, Rockette, I don't know how you manage to juggle so much.