Remix is live, and the time for confessions is upon us all—I, to the surprise of none so much as myself, wrote Strain (the Negative Space Remix)
, from bugchicklv
's original, here
. Firefly! Which turned out to be both easier and harder than I had expected, stretching a decidedly different set of writing muscles.
My mystery remixer is still mysterious, to me at least, but whoever-it-was wrote the absolutley amazing Réveillé (The Night Terrors Remix)
, which took a slow and sleepy story of mine and turned it into something rich and complex and amazing
. OH FRASER, I say. OH FRASER. Who are you, oh mystery remixer? Reveal yourself, that I may shower you with affection and flaily hands of glee!
In other news, I just realized yet again that, no, I'm not going to be able to just pack up and head out to MN this summer once I finish finals, because:
a) I'm not renewing my lease here, so I have to do something with my bed and my bookcase and the couch (sell them, probably), not to mention my books and knick-knacks and warm-weather clothing (get them home somehow? or leave them with people who are
staying, I guess...), and
b) I'm not driving up, owing to time and also not having a car, so I can't just have random flotsam from my school-year life floating around in my car all summer.
Probably I'll wind up going home for a long weekend or two in May, and taking home at those points the least necessary-for-existing parts of my worldly possessions, and then selling as much of the furniture as I can and giving everything else to my family when they come up for the big G.
which means that today is a day for Tidying! and Sorting! and possibly even Putting Things In Boxes, all of which are some of my favorite things to do. Open the windows and curtains, blast the music, bop around like mad while reorganizing my microcosm—sounds like an awesome Saturday to me!
...also possibly I will go buy cider sometime this afternoon. And then drink it sometime this evening! *marvel*