VI
My Inner Eye seems to be suffering its usual bout of cloudiness. How... don'tlaugh don'tlaugh don'tlaugh unfortunate... oh, fuck, I can't stop laughing it is... that... my crystal ball is showing me signs of my impending doooooom. By spoons. Perhaps someone shall strap a spoon to a Pygmy Puff, or drops a tonne of spoons on my head?
Is there a place to get my Inner Eye back into focus, Professor Trelawney?
In other news, I am really, really happy. And no longer single.
Is there a place to get my Inner Eye back into focus, Professor Trelawney?
In other news, I am really, really happy. And no longer single.