So, I slept something like an hour last night, asked for blogging help on twitter, and everything suggested was even too much for my little brain to handle. I can't do this today. So, instead, here's a little fact about Kiera:

When I was in the fifth grade, I had a crush on Bart Simpson. Even though I had to be something like ten or eleven, I still couldn't process the fact that he was a cartoon, therefore not real, and that the ability for us to actually be together would require Easter Bunny-like levels of magic. In fact, I think it took months for me to figure that out, all the while wearing my Bart Simpson watch to school everyday, thinking I was normal because all the other girls had celebrity crushes too.

There. And now I live with people in my head whining to me about telling their stories. Turned out fine.