June 7th, 2010

snap

...wut.

OK, so I have not the FAINTEST fucking idea what I was on about at 4 AM during Epic Decompression. Srsly. It's like goddamn Cyrillic to my sober(ish) brain. J. woke me up by asking WTF I meant by us "moving into the 20th century", and I groggily murmured that I wouldn't have said that, I would have said we were being dragged kicking and screaming into the century of the fruitbat. So, yeah. Whoever I channeled will remain a mystery to us all, I guess. :P