Deirdre Sainte-Croix

Ah, there's the rub.

A fusspot by day, and a renegade rebel by night -- or so I'd like to believe in my wakeful reveries -- I'm a molecular mass of contradictions; an astronomical collection of complexities... A hybrid, for all intents and purposes.

In a nutshell, I'm a nocturnal pluviophile whose obsessive-compulsiveness readily feeds off of my extensively pedantic tendencies and retentive nature. And for all the subtleties and pedagogy of modern times, in all its infinite knowledge -- despite my devious hankering for intrepid, wanderlust exploits -- I remain to be a hypochondriac under the tutelage of partial prudence.

And if in contextual realism, I find, that, in fact, all the world's not enough of a stage, then my profound endearment and fondness for literature as a self-proclaimed bibliophile will simply need to suffice. My hypothetical doppelganger's double life would just have to hang fire.

...Maybe in another lifetime.

Other than that...I'm in beta.