Monday, October 25, 2010

Libera Nos

Fuck, what time is it?

Last thing I remember was heading out to the pharmacy for antacids and chewing gum. (Never doubt the power of apple-flavored gum to soothe the nerves.) That was... shit, 6 hours ago. It's right around the fucking block, it normally takes 5 minutes max to get there. How'd I get back home and why'd it take so long?

And I don't even have my gum or antacids. Pardon the profanity, but... what the hell happened?


  1. oh dear! looks like -you- are getting time lost. that's never a good sign.

  2. Now's the time for freaking out, I think. Freaking out and making damn sure I'm not an easy target.