Well, as I stated in my previous post, I was released early from the hospital, due to having a stationary lifestyle anyway. But now that the painkillers and such are cleared of my system, I can realize something. The wounds I had are gone. Holes literally the size of golf balls, disappeared. And that's not all that vanished, either. All of the glyphs and a good chunk of my materials for making glyphs have been stolen. All I currently have is my Tarot cards.
In lighter news, Lucia has dropped by for a visit, and I may need to visit the hospital again to make sure my ribs are intact. Tony is acting like an idiot, now that he's decided to let other people in, and a Slenderblogger, none the less.
Lucia is currently going glass for glass with Tony in a game of "See how quickly we can drink all of Clark's Zinfandel". I think as retaliation, I'll let her update Copycat in about five glasses' time.
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I see you over there updatin' your blog, Clarky.
I've already told you-- I hold my liquor well for being five-foot-four. >=D
And, Tony started it.
And you, dear Lucia, just spent the last five minutes explaining the concept of pornography to the side table you're sitting on.
....okay, shuttin' my mouth now. Touche.
Which is spelled oddly like "douche"...hahahahaha. Oh. Shit.
Wait a moment, how are you commenting when I have the only computer, and your iPhone is on the ceiling fan?
Your iPhone! Hahahahahahahaha.
That would make sense if I had an iPhone, also, we're right next to each other. Oh, lord!
Okay, Tony passed out and tripped a sonic burst glyph that, for some reason that I cannot comprehend, was in the cellar with the high-octane liquors. Lucia followed and inhaled 160 proof air, promptly passing out. And now to prepare some loud music to make sure they learned their lesson.
By the way Clark, i need your email to make you a moderator.
I sent it. You can post with any information you see relevant to the effort.
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