Ah, it's half-way between 10 and 11 pm, yet here I sit, mad as a bloody hatter. I wonder what it would be like to get drunk at a humane society... probably go mad with all the bloody noise and euthanise meself.

Do you think if I ran into the forest right now screaming me bloody head off, somebody would notice? I may try that later tonight, if I get bloody scotched enough... I should tone me language down a bit, might offend someone. And I probably shouldn't drink tonight, because: a) it fucking sucks to drink alone, and b) I have Peace Village tomorrow, and i suspect a Shepherd with a hangover isn't what they want... mwahhaa

alright, night time is no-light time... adios!

---Meghan

ps. I owe ye a thought. sorry