Mar 17, 2006 20:32
Christine and the Vicomte have made up and are more giddy-in-love than ever. I could feel my teeth rotting from the sugary-sweetness of it all.
Crestfallen, I've decided that a midnight walk through the Bois might be in order. Such activity is typically advised against; but considering my mood, I am half-hoping for a criminal or five to accost me for the sheer pleasure of ending their miserable lives. One doesn't get such good exercise hanging around a cellar.
Your obedient friend,
O.G.