Mar 18, 2006 09:19
Yeah.
I'm staring at the teddybear.
And the door.
And the teddybear.
And my drink.
...screw you, it is not to early for a drink. It's never too early for a drink. Sometimes I hate being in a place that's actually got a daytime.
But yeah, considering if I want to go home now or not. I know the Nightside needs this thing, and I know that Jessica really wants this thing, but as long as no time is passing and nothing's going to be on my conscience, I'm just finding it hard to want to walk out that door. No one's tried to kill me here, after all, and the bar snacks here are actually edible.
But it's not the Nightside. And I'm starting to itch for it again, like those five years in London. I'm starting to itch for it and there's no telling how long I've got till my feet decide I need to go Home.
But for now, I'm staring at a teddybear and drinking my drink.
kokopelli,
john bloody taylor,
wisakedjak,
buffy summers