#Spaced out monkey, take me on a rocket-ride!
Wow, an uneventful 6 months. I spent most of them sitting in a corner, sobbing occasionally.
The closest I can get to describing my mood is that I feel like I've been beaten over the head with a small continent, by someone I never expected to do that to me.
Hence my protracted interlude of silence, which I break simply to let anyone out there who may be following this know, that I am not dead. That is merely a hopeful rumour spread by those who fear my inscrutable gaze.
The closest I can get to describing my mood is that I feel like I've been beaten over the head with a small continent, by someone I never expected to do that to me.
Hence my protracted interlude of silence, which I break simply to let anyone out there who may be following this know, that I am not dead. That is merely a hopeful rumour spread by those who fear my inscrutable gaze.