Fifty-Seven Prayers
I went to bed in a bad mood and woke up at six-thirty in the morning feeling even more misanthropic-- and I'm not even cursed. Carpe diem, they say, but whenever I hear that I just feel like glowering at a bunch of dead poets. Honestly, what civilized man wakes up before eight a.m. and doesn't feel exquisitely terrible?
I don't believe in omens, but I've got this horrible feeling in my gut.
Is there anyone sane left in this 'mirror' city who wants to go out for coffee and Belgian waffles?
IT'S A NEW DAY! Are some of us back to normal, yet, or still enjoying our little canine equine extravaganza of what we could have been?
I pray that we leave this unfortunate situation safely, and that all of this ends soon.
[ooc: links are totally ic. abel's trying to slide a worried check-in into his bitching.]
I don't believe in omens, but I've got this horrible feeling in my gut.
Is there anyone sane left in this 'mirror' city who wants to go out for coffee and Belgian waffles?
IT'S A NEW DAY! Are some of us back to normal, yet, or still enjoying our little canine equine extravaganza of what we could have been?
I pray that we leave this unfortunate situation safely, and that all of this ends soon.
[ooc: links are totally ic. abel's trying to slide a worried check-in into his bitching.]