Friends, foes, countrymen, fanged ones and question marks.
Like who is Sum-Sum Question Mark?Unimportant note 1- I'm going to have some trouble this month with a new phobia, which is uncalled for and I'm going to need one hell of a note for work and I'm going to need more atmospheric lighting in my apartment. Maybe some neon signs?
Unimportant note 2 - Last night I accidentally opened my phone camera and took a selfie. This has never worked for me before, and as someone who has not seen his visage since 1973 -
I'm still cute I'm really glad I shaved before I was Embraced.
But I digress.
We lived. We lived through this battle. And I happen to think this needs celebrating, you know?
I think all of our battles need celebrating. Not with balls, because those get weird and we're all leery of those now, I know. I've not been here long, but I'm getting the serious implication that this place does not like it when we work together. And to that I say 'fuck you'.
So I'm going to be cooking up a feast. Actual chefs are welcome to join me because I haven't needed to cook anything since 1973 and I still burned water before that. Maybe you guys could tell me when Helen, Frances and Edna are pulling my leg and I don't need to froth egg whites with Sprite and a fish fork or boil ketchup to make frosting or whatever. We're going to have onion blossoms. Pie. Chicken. Meatloaf. And yeah, more specific diets where required.
And we're all going to sit down in a couple of days, and we're going to have a feast. We're going to eat, be merry, and be thankful we're still alive. We're going to play board games and old video games on a Sega System that I found in the trash. We're going to talk. We're going to snack. We're going to laugh. We're going to remember those who left us. And we're all going home with leftovers.
Do we have any birthdays coming up? Did we forget any? We can celebrate those too.
This is not an April Fool's joke, either. As a Malkavian, I've got the rest of the year for that.