Because I felt like posting something

I was going to post some song lyrics (in this case aka "a poem", but I never call them that, because they come with tunes when I make them up - assuming I'm making them up, which it doesn't always feel like), but I chickened out.

Also, it appears that as part of my cover I'm going to have to participate in NaNoWriMo. (If you don't know what that is, just look it up. It's not that difficult.) The prospect is somewhat daunting, and I'm worried that I care too much about my idea to make it work.

Oh, and I googled my real name last night, and the only thing I could find that actually had anything to do with me was a list of people with entries in the science fair I went to in grade 8. And that wasn't even on the first page. So I'm not famous, which is good. I'm going to assume for the present that this science fair thing isn't a major security threat; it's only sensible as there's nothing I can do about it anyway. I should try googling this pseudonym and seeing what, if anything, comes up. *does so* Wow, there are a lot of Kate Blacks out there. I don't think I have anything to worry about. Even Katharine Genevra Black only gets a couple of relevent links, and those are all to this blog, so that's not an issue.

And now, my dear no-longer-existant readership, I must bid you adieu and do something moderately useful with the last 20 minutes of class time which I appear to be skipping. I should know better than to turn on my computer in the morning.

Stupid school and Facebook, stealing my friends away like that.

I should get a Facebook account.

Not that I would do a whole heck of a lot more with that than I do with this.

Is anyone else bored of me pretending to be a spy? I'm just not sure my heart's in it anymore. Maybe if people would actually read this again...

*vanishes in a puff of smoke before she can add anything more, which could potentially result in revealing her true identity and/or making her feel stupid despite the obvious non-existence of her readership*