( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

I think the lump on my head from Friday finally went away.

Maybe I can fly and spar today and not hurt myself. Except I can practically hear Chi Chi telling me to stay in again.

There's a squid in the lake.

There is a bloody fucking SQUID in the lake. A GIANT SQUID in the lake.

It also happened to wave at me. This bloody brilliant. The Giant Squid. Haven't seen him si

Dear God,
or To Whom it May Concern,

If it isn't too much trouble, I would like my soul back now, please.

Cheers,
DG

Oh fucking hell.

So far today I've shot myself in the foot cleaning my revolver, tore the arm out of my greatcoat by getting it caught in the door and sliced my hand open trying to make lunch.

I've never done this before. What the hell?