blahChythar came by last night to take Sardonicus to work out, and dropped off a bag of stuff. "I tripped over the box this was in!" ... Uh huuuh. I'm not entirely sure what I am supposed to feel re this statement, but I'm pretty sure I don't want to be coerced into feeling it. If I sound bitter... well, going through some old entries has unearthed some things, none of which I am able to describe at the moment, except perhaps by comparing it to stirring a stick in at the bottom of a lake and then it is all murky and icky.
I need to lure more birds to the garden or something, bugs are eating my roses to pieces.
