(A/N) So I was thinking of how to make it up to you people who read this fic because I haven't been updating all that much the past few days, when it occurred to me that I don't have to. I'm doing this for fun, which should be the same reason you're reading it. If you're reading this for pain, please discontinue use and see your doctor. (And that doctor should be a licensed psychiatrist.)
Disclaimer – I'm eating McDonald's breakfast sandwiches that I can only afford because I won them earlier this week in the Monopoly game and I stayed up all night because I can't get my mind to shut off since it doesn't get enough stimulation by living at my work because I'm homeless, and you're wondering if I own the Teen Titans?
The Annotated Raven – November 4th
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10:45 p.m.
We just got back from the movies. I was glad that it wasn't some kiddy cartoon. It was this weird show where there was something like thirty main characters. Some of it was funny; some of it was very, very intense. It was like a well-written serious drama and a Monty Python sketch merged together. Bizarre.
And Beast Boy can actually follow what's going on. It's like Cyborg with his soap operas.
I'm glad he's realized what I was doing this time. I even hugged him goodnight and he didn't freak out like he did the last time I hugged him. I'm not sure what else to really write about tonight. I watched the movie pretty closely so that I could understand what was going on, and we just had some small talk on our way back to the tower. He walked me to my room, I hugged him, and we said goodnight.
There's nothing else really to put down about it all. Except that I'm really happy right now. I feel about three quarters as good as I did when I realized we'd actually beaten Trigon. This has been one of the nicest days of my life, and I don't care that that sounds like a typical teenage girl's line.
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(A/N) I also had a lemon filled, powdered donut with breakfast. Not healthy (or healthful as a good friend of mine would correct me), but tasty. Now, I go to sleep till a little before I start work at 6pm.