Killing time...

[dark_enraptured]

I've been in a fog since Friday night. Vince's belated birthday party was something out of a dream. I do remember smiling and laughing a fair bit. From what I am told, I supposedly stopped an argument from occurring between Mama and a woman by the name of Anna Wintour. She was strange and stone faced. Mama told me I must have used powerful

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[the_mo0n]

That is a lovely photographic, Mr. Richmond. :) Do you know, has she forgiven me for the sing--for the Queen?

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[dark_enraptured]

It is indeed, Mr. Moon. I honestly think she's convinced it was drug induced, you speaking. No matter me trying to convince her otherwise.

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[the_mo0n]

I didn't mean to frighten her. I won't say a peep again! Quiet as a sleeping kitten, the Moon.

Now I've gone all fuzzy, thinking about kittens. :)

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[dark_enraptured]

I think the two of you would be great friends if she realized you could speak. Don't be silent, Moon. I'd be ever so sad if you stopped talking. Perhaps when I set up a film night on a tall building for you you could try again. No herbs in her system, I promise.

Kittens are quite cute. I'm thinking of getting a pet.

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[the_mo0n]

I only meant to be quiet to her. Just like people have selective hearing, I have selective speaking. :) You could try again, Mr. Richmond, but I really don't want to frighten her. :(

A pet kitten! :D A black cat, eh, Mr. Richmond! Like Miss Ebola's? Maybe not quite like that.

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[dark_enraptured]

Just let me see what I can do, Moon.

I was thinking about a chinchilla. Do you know what those are, Moon?