I guess my little feathers are awfully busy getting everything into order. We Hibirds are very busy, you know? What with writing stories and then getting everything in order, I can almost see my psychic powers come into play... I forsee myself... in the wee hours, passed out atop my keyboard... Drool and Bonbons shall be plastered to my face... and my beautiful feathers shall be rumpled. But that was inevitable anyway... besides, I feel that you can learn more about a person from the way they write if they choose to do so in a semi-elegant manner, than if I just came out and told you about the time I was hatched by my Hibird mommy~