Okay, I am hitting the point in the year where I am this close to snapping. I think the only reason I haven't yet is that it's been nice all week, and nice weather puts me in a good mood. Paper due Tuesday (yes, I've already started it), Sephiroth needs to be done by Friday-ish (goal for tonight: finish the boots entirely), I have to do fifty-six hours of community service by the first week of May (grad requirement), and to top it off, I've spent the entire afternoon being moody about RP stuff. No, nothing to do with anybody I'm currently playing with (although, uh, Asher would really like that cup of coffee sometime this century). No, this bit of moodiness can probably be summed up as follows:

Dear Leon Scott Kennedy,

I'm already writing you. Lots and lots. More than I've written anyone other than Rufus, and Rufus is an irritating, insistent little bastard (fun, though). I am not playing you, no matter how much it would give me yet more opportunities to get inside your head and play around with your backstory - for starters, I don't have anywhere to do so, nor anyone to play off of. So please, leave me alone for five minutes.

-Cocoa

PS: Claire, that goes for you too.

...Who's sleep deprived? I'm sleep deprived! And going to find food before more Sephiroth-work.