maybe several things

I've just realized that in the story that ate my brain (though I've posted remarkably little about it, it still occupies almost my every waking thought a year after it began to), my protaganist and my antagonist (that sounds lame) my good guy and my bad guy (lamer) Edwards and Max are really the types of people who could be friends. Who should be friends. And who probably would be friends if it weren't for a series of stupid pranks they pulled on each other while liveing together, ending with someone shortsheeting Max's bed, because it seriously wasn't Edwards, even though no one possibly believes that.

No, I don't know who actually did. I'm the author, not some all-knowing being or something.

I've been online almost every day for the past week, but not on livejournal. Did you guys know there was an internet outside of livejournal? I had no idea. Seriously, it was a complete surprise.