Note to self: Don't inquire about why we have so many chocolate chip pancakes.
Well, I'm home. It's been a hell of a month, you know that? It's... hard to believe it's only been about a month. Half of the time I spent going out of my mind, a quarter I spent totally out of my mind, and the rest I spent holed up in a testament to someone else who was out of his mind.
I swear to God, I'd rather go through another St. Jimmy incident than have to stay on ARK one more day. That place was just... it defied all logic. Since it hurt my head to think about it, and it made me freak to think about me... I spent a lot of the time watching old anime.... more than anything, it was like a nerd vacation. I'm glad to be back home and glad to feel like I'm safe again, though.
Feel kind of bad for Knuckles, though - he's the one who had the high-pitched squeals of an overjoyed Pecan right next to his eardrums. x.o I'll have to make it up for her temporarily deafening him... me and Pecan caught up a little when I took her to school, I apologized for how I'd been acting... told her that daddy just got a little too wrapped up in things and he got really confused. That's pretty much the truth, and I think she knows I had a nutso moment anyway... I just hope she doesn't blame what happened with Cream.
Speaking of which... unless the happy Man Love Trio shacking up in my house failed to tell me, I still haven't heard from either Cream or Vanilla. That's.... kind of disturbing, seeing as I fully expected the wrath of the Brulee family if I tried to leave Cream, or vice versa. Not that I mind, currently... this house is big enough for those three, Pecan, and myself, as long as one of us uses the guest bedroom - which Knux is in right now after Pecan gave him a rather shrill awakening from the couch. Me? Since Jet and Sonic have my and Cream's beds - I assume the three of them rotate shifts, I dunno - and I'm the only one here and conscious at the moment (Both Knux and Jet are late risers, and Sonic has his duties with GUN) it's either the couch, the futon in the workshop (which is where I currently am, sprawled with Ragnarok) or in a bed uncomfortably close to where Jet's sleeping.
He wouldn't be happy to wake up in the same room as me, I'm sure of it. Not after all that's happened. Not with the blood on my hands. Wonder if I can be forgiven...? Are there sins worse than what St. Jimmy's plans were? I certainly hope not...
Tired. Go sleepy now. I'm home, and I swear to god, Jet, Knuckles, Sonic... if any of you do anything questionable to my ass - or pull any high-school level pranks like soaking my hand in warm water - you are so getting your butts kicked back into that little hole in the wall.
I swear to God, I'd rather go through another St. Jimmy incident than have to stay on ARK one more day. That place was just... it defied all logic. Since it hurt my head to think about it, and it made me freak to think about me... I spent a lot of the time watching old anime.... more than anything, it was like a nerd vacation. I'm glad to be back home and glad to feel like I'm safe again, though.
Feel kind of bad for Knuckles, though - he's the one who had the high-pitched squeals of an overjoyed Pecan right next to his eardrums. x.o I'll have to make it up for her temporarily deafening him... me and Pecan caught up a little when I took her to school, I apologized for how I'd been acting... told her that daddy just got a little too wrapped up in things and he got really confused. That's pretty much the truth, and I think she knows I had a nutso moment anyway... I just hope she doesn't blame what happened with Cream.
Speaking of which... unless the happy Man Love Trio shacking up in my house failed to tell me, I still haven't heard from either Cream or Vanilla. That's.... kind of disturbing, seeing as I fully expected the wrath of the Brulee family if I tried to leave Cream, or vice versa. Not that I mind, currently... this house is big enough for those three, Pecan, and myself, as long as one of us uses the guest bedroom - which Knux is in right now after Pecan gave him a rather shrill awakening from the couch. Me? Since Jet and Sonic have my and Cream's beds - I assume the three of them rotate shifts, I dunno - and I'm the only one here and conscious at the moment (Both Knux and Jet are late risers, and Sonic has his duties with GUN) it's either the couch, the futon in the workshop (which is where I currently am, sprawled with Ragnarok) or in a bed uncomfortably close to where Jet's sleeping.
He wouldn't be happy to wake up in the same room as me, I'm sure of it. Not after all that's happened. Not with the blood on my hands. Wonder if I can be forgiven...? Are there sins worse than what St. Jimmy's plans were? I certainly hope not...
Tired. Go sleepy now. I'm home, and I swear to god, Jet, Knuckles, Sonic... if any of you do anything questionable to my ass - or pull any high-school level pranks like soaking my hand in warm water - you are so getting your butts kicked back into that little hole in the wall.