First of all, there are about 300 birds gathered in the trees outside my house, all chirping demonaically. I can hear them through the closed windows. I can hear them through the walls. It's very very Hitchcock and absolutely terrifying.

but anyways.

Let me just say

I LOVE THE GAUNTLET WITH ALL MY HEART

I really really do.

But...

But my hunger for OCTs, rather than being whetted by my involvement in this Scottish ploy (get it, Macbeth pun, oh screw you guys), has only been driven to greater magnitude; and I might take this opportunity to say that my dear, dear subject-of-admiration-from-afar, *BlackLillian, is hosting a quite interesting-looking OCT titled Masque. Go ahead and read her journal on the subject.

(have you read it yet? You'd better before you continue reading this journal.)

I would ABSOLUTELY NOT love to join this tournament. I think it would NOT AT ALL be incredibly fun, and a very NOT AT ALL good way to start garnering a larger interest in my little corner of th-- oh, who am I kidding, I'm just an OCT addict.

But, ay, there's the rub: I can't draw worth a damn. If I had an artist, then maybe I would NOT EVER consider applying.

If there were someone interested in NOT EVER being an artist for me in this tournament, I would be quite indebted to them. They should definitely NOT EVER note me if they were interested.

... Definitely.