Angel Grove Net

Guess who got a job at a coffee shop for the time being, but also free drinks when I need them?

Oh my God. The baby is coming. I... I am so not prepared. I mean, I have a crib and stuff....

But oh my God. What do I know about raising a baby?

Okay.... I just... it's supposed to be the 80s...

What the hell is this?

Okay. Working in a hotel and not an inn can be sooooo exhausting. Honestly.

Ohhhh my God.

Yesterday was a mistake. A glorious mistake begun at midnight, with only a small bit of the requisite pre-gaming we tend to associate with R and holidays around these parts. My job, after all, only requires that I submit things that are relatively decipherable by deadline and that I avoid public embarrassment associated with the paper itself.

( Mild content warning for R's description of Saint Paddy's hangover experiences. It's about what you'd think honestly. )

A mistake, but not one that I actually regret all that much, in retrospect. More like a fact of life around these parts. I did, however, find out something hilarious that dulls the pain, and seems to be a fairly useful way to spend my time from this point on.

Welcome, then to my new get rich quick venture! . My Queer Industry as they call it, or at least my OTHER Queer Industry that doesn't involve letting people fuck me for cash when I run short. Spiders Grantaire.

There actually ARE a few webs in the flat right now, and a particularly pretty mistress of one that I've named Lottie whom I bonded with in the earlier hours of this morning, in the dark night of my drunken soul when I nearly was too messed up to function properly.

Spiders. Beautiful and glorious spiders. All that I need do now is wait until she's made an egg sac or whatever it was in the cartoon movie with the pig and spider that I've named her after, and to make sure the spiders don't eat too many of each other, and I'll have a lucrative side business worthy of my family name.

And here, my asshole papa told me I'd never amount to anything. But no more. I am now a changed and a new man. This ancestor from the past, and perhaps, Saint Patrick himself, who I always thought was a bit of a pagan murdering ass, has clearly, CLEARLY shown me the way.

So television and pizza is a great way to spend Valentine's Day. Especially since I don't have Rory.

And then the world was raining fire and my people...all of them I couldn't get out. We tried, you know. We all tried so very hard but...

...Soo. Nightmares. Those are new and fun. Never knew a big tough merc could wake up the people in the next inn room over by screaming but...

Neat new party trick, I guess. Still the loudest person in the room, even when I've become human. Funny, I guess.

...Tell me, does anyone here know what happens to those who didn't end up in here, this world?

I...could badly use the clarity right now?

Okay. This is an extremely unfunny joke, right?