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Mmm. I was going to post earlier about how much I love this time of year but I was rather occupied.

In honour of Valentine's Day, comment on this and I'll reply with a physics or science pick-up line. Yes, I'm that much of a nerd!

One wonders at the state of a world where three fourteen year olds are considered perfectly suited to hunting someone down and killing them.

I mean I'm more than capable. But still.

I do wish that I would stop dreaming about being pulled along behind a horse in chains, and being woken up by a woman wearing armour kicking me in the head. At the very least, if I could stop waking up with a splitting headache, that would be nice. Though, maybe that's a hangover...

Oh my god, oh my god!

Uhm... Oops. Sorry about that earthquake, guys. >.>

I can't keep anything down today. I dreamt so much in the span of one night. That son of a bitch framed me. I think I might be a murderer. I don't know. I can't tell if it's me or if it's him - it fucking rhymes how do people not know.

I just feel sick. I'm glad I have no job to have to worry about going to tomorrow.

It appears as if I am, according to the man I am in my dreams, the world's only consulting detective. Regardless of if the title is correct, I find myself attempting to solve the crime I'm dreaming of alongside my counterpart. It seems to be the only effective way to stave off boredom now.