mythopoeics

I'm tired.

Yo, dad, are you alive? If you come back and find me dead it is because of a hangover. And the fact Morpheus won't make me soup for my hangover slash migraine slash too-tired-to-move state.

[Filter: Mordred]

Happy Birthday~

I'm definitely too tired to poke this dude.

Spent the night in the Studio. I have to admit, some nights it makes my head hurt. Tonight, though, we start on a video. Wonderful, I think.

However, spent some of the time hiding my laughter from my manager when I was supposed to be listening to the tracks, because there are people here who just are so hilarious that laughing at inappropriate times was unavoidable.

[The charm had worn off and he was sick to death of compliant little Raphael and his loving Sarah. They weren't fun anymore, they weren't good enough for him. What had been a dream had soured and he had been in a terrible mood. It was just after he had finished jabbing away at Raphael with his cane, had just turned to stomp off, when he tripped over one of the chain binding his archangel to the wall.

Some time later, he bothered make a post.]

And I'm in bed with a sprained ankle. But Sarah is here, Sarah is taking care of me but I'll be back to work tomorrow because I've had worse but fuck this shit. When is it going to be over, people?

I find all the interesting places. I know some of you here, don't I?