30 September (morning) :: Net Post :: Ginny Weasley (backdated)
I thought I was just hungover yesterday. Didn't expect this place to still be here when I woke up again. Like... isn't this just a giant bag of mystery dicks? How do you people even process it all?
I need food. I need coffee. I need... a tour guide.
I'm Ginny Weasley, by the way. In case that means anything to anyone.