Another day passes with my muse of the night. She doesn't come every sundown, and oftimes not even once a week. Its hard to pass the days without any kind of outlet. Weird to feel that way I think. Being bottled up and all, ready to pop like an overfilled balloon. PMS.
Remarkably good entertainment, Lonewolf and Cub is. Reading it all day would not lend me to nausea.
On another note, finished Transmetropolitan with some time past. Great I would rate it, for its hilarity is unparalelled and would have my favour as the most entertaining graphic novel.
Song of the moment: Concrete Angel
Note to Fenrir: You have not been playing computer games for the past week! Whats up with you? I mean, like, you've not been yourself lately.
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