Muns lie.
The day my favourite big brother in the whole world and all of Eä, except for the one I married, disappeared into the void like a bad plotline, I fell into a deep depression and immersed myself in a 45-hour "Dragnet" marathon with Daddy to forget my woes. Unfortunately, I went into a coma after the 10th hour. That's where I've been. Don't ask questions.
Anyway, after I woke up, I was still depressed, and Manwë was feeling kind of guilty and sad after destroying the indigenous population of a small tropical island with a hurricane during a fit of anger when he thought the garden gnomes were attacking the plastic flamingos in the front lawn, so we decided to withdraw to Taniquetil for an extended vacation from physical presence in Middle-Earth. But then Manwë ran out of his special stamps and Daddy wanted another sandwich, so we gave up that plan and had some fun redecorating Mordor with pink azaleas.
I got bored up on the mountain and rearranged the stars just enough to fuck with everyone's horoscopes. I had them all written out for tomorrow, but then my computer crashed and my restoration spells aren't working. I debated rewriting them, but then I decided, hell, that trash can will blow up whether or not the Sagittarius knows about it beforehand, so why bother?
Now, then. Good night.
Anyway, after I woke up, I was still depressed, and Manwë was feeling kind of guilty and sad after destroying the indigenous population of a small tropical island with a hurricane during a fit of anger when he thought the garden gnomes were attacking the plastic flamingos in the front lawn, so we decided to withdraw to Taniquetil for an extended vacation from physical presence in Middle-Earth. But then Manwë ran out of his special stamps and Daddy wanted another sandwich, so we gave up that plan and had some fun redecorating Mordor with pink azaleas.
I got bored up on the mountain and rearranged the stars just enough to fuck with everyone's horoscopes. I had them all written out for tomorrow, but then my computer crashed and my restoration spells aren't working. I debated rewriting them, but then I decided, hell, that trash can will blow up whether or not the Sagittarius knows about it beforehand, so why bother?
Now, then. Good night.