...you're living like a deserter... ...some things you lose and some things just slip away... ...it's almost like losing myself...

Please, gods, please...

...I read somewhere... Dune, that's where it was. Dune. Roughly, it goes: the person who can destry a thing is the one with the power. So think about it. What power I have is balanced on a knife-edge, one false move... tightrope, cages, flash and light and you're watching the huge felines jump and yowl and suddenly...

...nothing. Several possible reasons for this come to mind: extreme depression, sleeping for what, a good 8-10 hours (yes, I know, more sleep should equal better morning, but it doesn't according to the librarian penguin an my head), the fact that it's past midnight, nearly 12:30.

Kadin's seriously depressed, Caleb is too, if Ryan's in the same mood he was in the morning... odds are good he's depressed too, Becca wandered off with someone who is just too like a used car salesman.

*wry grin* Eh. Nreshan. *poings and pads off*