Jan 18, 2011 23:03
With everyone seemingly forgetting people exist [and there's a shake of his head, because oz, gilbert, what is wrong with you] I suppose I should consider myself fortunate.
It's Ernest's birthday today -- though he certainly wouldn't let me forget that. It's strange; even though I know time is supposedly standing still back home, it feels like I'm letting him down by not having a gift picked out already.