Being sick while Davis in in the clutches of the Kaiser has been pretty tough. I'm pretty sure we're all worried about the idiot even though he brough it on himself.
Unfortunately,trudging through the digiworld while trying not to puke every minute is totally not cool. Of course, no sooner can I move without loosing my lunch when some fangirl sends me what she thinks should be the bands next album cover. She seems to have forgotten that,contrary to popular belief I DO have a band who plays with me!
Do I really seem that self absorbed?
(oOc: Con Plague, it has me still)