Empty basket.
It's me, Bookat and Shuffles [and Shuffles needs to lose some damn weight.].
My arm hurts enough for me to not want to use it but despite actually being taken off my feet I really am not feeling the hospital right now. Tomorrow, I swear.
Now to go comb through old stories to prove a damn point to someone.
My arm hurts enough for me to not want to use it but despite actually being taken off my feet I really am not feeling the hospital right now. Tomorrow, I swear.
Now to go comb through old stories to prove a damn point to someone.