So.
[Jubilee sounds a little strained, more than a little exhausted and like she's on the verge of tears. But she's not going to cry, so there.]
Since I'm not sleeping, I thought I'd ask if anyone would be willing to entertain me with funny stories of home. Or of the Port. Anecdotes to pass the time for an insomniac.
I'm trying to think of one, but the only one that comes to mind is the headless T-Rex and no one ever believes me.
Anyone have any funny stories they'd be willing to share?
Private to Mags:
I need you to bring me some iron pills, some narcotics, a heating pad, and something that'll stay cold while I drink it slowly - gatorade, powerade, something.
Please?