My hand honestly felt empty without a ring on it, so I improvised: a fifteen-year-old mood ring which is slightly too large for my ring finger but slightly too small for my middle finger. I'm not too fond of the design (it is, after all, a very male-styled ring), and it doesn't provide the same sense of satisfaction to my twitching habit, but oh well. Jewelry is jewelry; it'll do until I can find the bat-ring.
I continue to have some amazingly epic and restful dreams, but I'm ashamed that I still can't remember them long enough to blog about them. I remember them, have them in mind, and by the time I reach the shower, they're gone. Tonight's the last dance (probably ever) of my square dance club, and I have school, so we'll have to see what I can do. I'm behind on mafia games, I'm behind on comics, I'm behind on life in general but I think I'll manage.