Expert in Corvids, not so much in housekeeping...

[wraithwitch]

All my bread is mouldy and the milk is on the turn. I feel the world might be mocking me just a bit

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[spacedmonkey]

Why is today not a great day and how can I help?

[wraithwitch]

Neurons aren't very happy and really like the idea of playing with sharp things in a violently stabbing capacity. (Apparently between ribs or side of neck is favourite.)

I'm not sure what can be done on the matter (other than me not stabbing myself, obviously.) Feh.

[spacedmonkey]

Sharp things aren't as fun as they appear.

Um, I offer scribble distraction I found the other week...

[wraithwitch]

The forest grew a ship =)

[spacedmonkey]

I can't even remember what I was seraching for when I found it but I rather liked it. Like the courtyard ship in the south wards.

[wraithwitch]

Meep, very much so =)

Thought you might like to know I've made a steampunk poster which reads as follows:

DOCTOR ALLEGORY'S

[patented pocket]

DISCOMBOBULATOR

For the treatment of hysteria, mental fatigue,
confusion, over excitement, catatonia, neurasthenia.
Aids in de-mentalizing and brain straightening,
Restores Sanity. Cures Onanism.

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I blame this entirely on Bleak Expectations and the aftermath of the cheeseboarding incident.

[spacedmonkey]

You can cure onanism? I must tell my boys that.

"Do you still fear the cheese, Pip Bin?".

I have ruined you haven't I.

[wraithwitch]

I have no idea whether onanism is curable, it's more the fact the victorians seemed to view it as a mental disease and I feel that any dodgey tincture or device ought to have it in its list of cure claims...

Oh, I've been ruined for years, this latest development has just warped the ruins into something more Dickensian and fascicle...

[spacedmonkey]

Ah good, at least it isn't my fault. :)