PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

I'm back. I'm tired. I'm sore. I'm going to my room and going to bed. Don't bother me. If I want to see you, I'll come see you.

Thank you, Cordy, for looking after Caryn the past few days.

Thankfully, Nikolas and Kristopher are fine..they were..severely injured..but they're fine now. A little blood donation from me, and they'll be healed in no time. Anyways, they're fine, I'm fine. And I'm 'home'.

I cannot believe I'm actually saying this, but where the hell is Andrew when we need him? Like I have any clue how to handle stopping Darth Vader something like this. Hello, I actually had a social life in high school. I wasn't one of those dweeboids who devoted their entire life to what was supposed to be science fiction.

In other news, if everyone who can't totally kick some demon ass could stay inside where it's safe until the sun comes back, my head would be grateful. I'm about one vision away from becoming Coma Girl. Again.