The usual rules apply:

I will speak with you. However, I will not be hugged, cuddled, kissed, or anything involving such.

I also insist upon intelligent conversation.

I can easily confess that I will be pleased when this day is over. This butcher of the fine art of poetry is most irritating. One must wonder if the Deities are laughing at how citizens speak their words so poorly today.

I know that I am not laughing.

Anything but really.

I find the need to stay awake to avoid nightmares to be vexing. A lack of sleep causes me to be slower in my work. I hardly appreciate this. However, I do desire to avoid the plague that seems to have covered the City ( Read more... )

It is far too late for such noise.

However, it is probably another curse...

From what I can see on the Network there is a sudden onslaught of...quite frankly I have not decided what.

How unusual...and quite curious at the same time.