A/n: sorry for not updating in…well, forever. Let's just say that I had a case of something like writers' block… but the team of highly skilled, (and when I say highly skilled, I mean Harvard, John Hopkins, Yale ) doctors in my head are still trying to give it a proper diagnosis. I think they are currently at some fancy latin word meaning;
Take 2 cups of boredom
5 ounces of laziness
¼ cup of hormones
-mix together in my brain, let sit for 3 months, and bake in winter like temperatures, and woila, the phenomenon that is me.
So as I was saying, I have just read the last chapter that I updated, and in my opinion, it was pretty okay, so I figured I should have some closure or something, you know? So I consulted that highly trained team of dr. in my head, whom, I forgot to mention are also psychologists, and they came to a consensus;
Take that eternally full creativity
Add to recipe already made
-let sit in beautifull spring weather, and remind that my birthday is in 4 days.
So, I am happy to announce to those 35 people thaat have signed up for e-mail notifications of this wonderfull fanfic (yes, I am a stalker), that in the next couple of days, I will finish up this story in a brief one chapter summary, kind of like an epiloge, so that we can all continue with our lives.good night and good luck.