I need a sleepy icon

OKAY. BRAIN IN GEAR. AM AT WORK. BRAIN GO NAO.

A;LSDFKJ.

I got maybe three hours of sleep last night.

I regret nothing.

And today I go paid. As soon as I work up the braincells to remember where in Tink's name I left my wallet. I know it's here somewhere—I can't get into the building without my ID... ._.;

Wordcount: 10,400! YAY.

They were all six hold- or craft-born, brought in within the last sevenday. Kairi made seven. Nothing tied them together beyond that for the most part. They were outsiders in the Weyr, and to each other. But where the boys waiting for the Hatching had been there long enough to bond, each of them were at odd ends, new enough that they didn't fit in and knowing that they might not be there long enough to learn.

It was, Saora thought, the best kind of strangers.WiP KH-Pern

POINTLESS IS POINTLESS. And I'm too lazy to white-box. (So people on their own flists can see my spoilers. How many of them care, I wonder? Actually, I don't. Because fanfic's not srs biznes. Until Hatching, at least. :D)

ETA: I IS PAID. \o/ HUZZAH.

Note to self: make comment pages pretty. Right now they're... Hm. Disabled for lack of pretty. Also, I have not gone through the pain of crafting this layout for the sake of a non-matching mood theme. Must make.

ETA2: Hm. Yes. It seems I must keep returning to this. Because I'm bored and tired. Which are never a good combination in a place where work is (theoretically) in progress. There's not enough coffee in the world to keep me from zoning out here.

So I'll ramble.
( Rambling ahead )