( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

Not counting when it happened back home, I'm beginning to lose count of just how many bloody times I've had my sodding mind wiped. I don't appreciate having my head played with, Freeman. Think it's possible that this could be the final time? Yeah, I know, falling on deaf ears.

Has anyone else ever been on the receiving end of a dismissive look from a Mogwai? I have. Ever since getting my memory back, I've been getting the most random looks from Tom. He even rolled his eyes at me once. I think part of it was cause I wouldn't let him eat after midnight cause I didn't know that the rules don't apply to him. He's gotten used to having a midnight snack.

So, now that we have our memories back and it's getting nice out, who wants to go shopping for summer clothes? Shopping spree anyone?

My stomach keeps creating a growling sound. I am unsure of what to do about it.

For anyone who may be interested, Steve and I decided to take advantage of the brief lull in insanity in this place and finally upgraded our engagement. I'm now officially Mrs. Peggy Rogers, and it couldn't feel better.