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*lifts finger* I have found among my clutter a piece of paper with "trichotillomania" written on it. I had no idea what it meant (although I'm sure I did when I wrote it down), so I looked it up. Turns out it's a mental disorder, "causing individuals to pull out their own hair".

Now WHY in FORK did I write THAT down? If it was on a par with my photocpying an information leaflet for cyclopentolate eye drops because I thought I could use some of the side effects in "Bluefrost", where Ren is blinded, I could understand it. Likewise I could understand it if it was one of those incredibly long-winded medical descriptions that make giggle (just look up "Whipple's procedure" - you'll see why they shortened it to THAT and not just a descriptive thing like "hemiarthroplasty"). And if it was a cool word, I could understand it - my current favourite is "hypervitaminosis A" (Vitamin A poisoning) because it sounds like a planet. But trichotillomania? NO frickin' idea.

Frickin' laser beams on head.

Cutesypoo

OMG LIEK CUTE (Edit: and yes, that *IS* Ivy, just... les biped than normal. ;) )



No, I don't know either. It just said "draw me!" so I did.

I just realised Ivy has acquired a new nickname, as well - started out calling her Ivory, then she became Ivers/Ivy, and now I've called her "Vee" a few times in my writing. OH WHERE WILL IT ALL END.

In other "news", I have THREE FRICKIN' PARAGRAPHS left to write on a story that I started back in 2001, and I CAN'T FRICKIN' MAKE THEM SOUND RIGHT. ARGH. *flail* I SHALL get it finished tonight if it KILLS me.

(PS Bill Bailey rules. I must investigate whether "Part Troll" is on DVD or something)