The Aftermath

Sooo.... last night was enlightening. The introspective parts, that is. The parts where I was being chased by silver ghost elk things? Not so much. Anyways, I woke up wearing a ring, and had to get a marriage annulled. I wasn't sure who it was to until I checked that mess of a post from last night... turns out I married Snuggles, another friend of mine.* Luckily that seems to be the worst of it.

*He had nothing to do with creating the planner.



p.s./addendum/edit/whatever: Oh god, what is that thing! Ok, so, I am now on my way to a tattoo removal specialist, to get this... thing... off of my, uh... "lower stomach." I don't even know what it is. Is it a baby? A coyote? A baby giving birth to a coyote puking out another baby? Who knows? I sure don't, and I think I'm about to puke if I keep looking at it.

Sorry

Sorry about that folks... I uh, I just got a little carried away. I'm trying something out here. Something called... peyote. During a Harry Potter marathon.

I'm learning a lot about myself through this thing. I think that Harry Potter can really teach us a lot. About ourselves, about love, about... well, everything, really. I mean, I know what I want to do with my life now.

I can't reveal it here, but suffice to say it involves three layers and lots of purple. Because purple is so... so deep, man. So deep.

I think I'm going to go back to watching Harry Potter now. I think it's really improving my life. Except for the elk. Those blasted elk are everywhere now. I think they're supposed to be my spirit guides or something, but I'm not too sure. More on this as it develops.

Felderburg, out.

p.s. I'm so hungry I could eat a roadrunner. Seriously.

...or maybe those coyotes are getting into my head.