You are guilty, and how you ever entered into this life...

It sucks when you remember something you'd forgotten.

Like, say, me. When I suddenly remember a bunch of collages I did over a year ago that have disappeared.

Almost completely. I haven't checked on the computer downstairs. Must do so tomorrow.

But they were a bunch of Paul McGann, with a few of Sylvester McCoy. And I have no idea why I forgot them. I only remembered them last night, when I was thinking about something and going through image files for duplicates. And it hit me.... I had a bunch of Paul pictures that I'd once collaged.... But I don't know where they are.

Searches through this computer, every webspace I've got, and a few very old and crappy disks have produced zilch. I did find some Xtreme XMen icons, though.

Sigh. Damn Crosswinds. I have the feeling that they were on it when it crashed. And since the only other place possible for their location is the school computers in the newsroom, I'm doubly screwed. Unless someone out there has them, or remembers.... OR... something. *sigh* Ohwell.

I may live.

They might also be on my zip disk. No clue, though, since I can't access it. Arrr.

Bah. This sucks. Should sleep soon.

Oh, yes...

This is for JenM. It was a long and odd fic, thanks to time. It has no end, because I finally decided I couldn't think of one. And it's posted here because I don't think my Jensilla is on CTL...

( Drusilla, Mystique, dialogue-only weirdness, or, 'Violence or Revenge' )