while with his gun the pagan angel rose to say

I have this insane craving for delicious Mexican food. I think I woke up this morning in the middle of a dream about the wonderful teeny taqueria Jess and Miko and I found on our roadtrip back from YCon a couple of years ago. Also, the evil twin was visiting last week, and my brain equates evil twin with California with TACOS.

THEY ARE SO GOOD.

AND I AM HUNGRY. D:

Just in case anyone was wondering, I am here to say that yes, switching 30,000 words of fic from present to past tense is indeed incredibly time consuming. AND ANNOYING. OMG. >:O

Bitch whine weeble wobble woe.