I’m not sure I was thinking coherently last night; not entirely, at least. At any rate, that was the longest post I’ve ever made in my life. Why can’t I write stories that fast? I love the Cynic Project.
Drat, now I’m beginning to feel like I did last night. The weather has something to do with it, I know. Wind always makes me feel like this.
I should shut up before I say something stupid.