This is about that crazy moon thing again, isn't it?
Look, I'm out buying groceries and you're on my couch, and I'm pretty sure you're going nuts because there's nothing to watch on my tv and pavel is taking a nap or something, and you're out of the good meds, so you're probably drinking all my scotch now.
Sit tight, will you? And stop posting on the valarnet while you're drunk.