Mind you, it also brought up a handful of memories I REALLY hadn't expected to deal with today... but it did cheer me up. It did give me some idea of what might, maybe, make this all feel just a little bit better.

Kadin and Torian are talking... which is somewhat amusing, courtesy of Furcadia memories.

Kadin and Torian are talking, I hope, because I was/am refusing to speak to either of them, somewhat tangled in my terror-confusion-mental-dance.

This is nightmarish. Depression. Confusion. Frustration. I know neither of them meant to disappoint me. I know no one ever means to.

But still my head hurts so very horribly and I want to curl up, maybe eat something if only I could figure out how to keep anything down, it's maddening and I don't know what to do about it.

Except maybe strangle the smalls.

*sighs*

No... mustn't kill small irritating loud annoying evil rude frightening children. That would be bad.

Right?

According to Grr's dream, I am Penny Moneywise, from the Bond flicks. Grr herself is Bond, of course? I have no idea what this makes Spike-boy, other than confused. And possibly Q.