Horses are so much simpler.

I have planted my seeds of "It's awful!", and they shall grow - grow my little seeds - and fester in your mind until you can't help but take heed of them. Bwaha. Bwahahahaha. BWWWAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

In other news, Wendy, I can fly.

Other than exploding things, having a decent conversation at 5 in the morning, and being called a greedy amoeba, my night has been uneventful.

Love you all. Some more than others. :)

Sleep and laughter can surely cure anything, and a rain-pelted roof will always soothe my soul.

For who you once were...

At the going down of the sun
and in the morning
I will remember you.