April 26th, 2006

Naptime

Sephy-poo, my darling, finish your tea!

Everyone is sick and infected and dying and wheezing.
But I am the master of all things, so I guess that's good I guess I guess.
It's not that I get weirder when I'm sick. Oh no, the sickness merely opens a portal to my pure, unbridled psychosis.

Aaaaaaah, Advent Children. I *heart* Reno and Rude and Cid FOREVER.
There can never be enough of them.
*exxxplodes*

That was insightful?