I should note that right after saying Good Morning and Good Night, I started drawing big naturals because I'm fucking cracked. Sick with "it", some may say, and by "it" I mean. My Stylus.

...not being as insomniatic is causing me to go insane at 10 AM.

I'm both exited and scared of who I will become, but I'll always take moving forward before staying still and can only hope that one day this will become a moment I will remember forever as when things got better.

From a man who has an off sleep schedule, Good Morning and Good Night.

It's like a strange strangling hope that I wouldn't give up for anything, the fact that I feel the breadth of emotion for who I was means that I see and feel what I once couldn't.

Hell, the fact I'm posting this proves who I was a month ago isn't who I am now, for whatever that could be worth.

It's a wonderful paradox, cause at the end of the day I'm still me either way, whether I grow painfully or blissfully decay, yet I'd rather cry knowing that I can at least try to make amends and grow then feel content in being hurt and hurting others.

Truly the modern day Monkey with Typewriters theorem.

Can't believe you ate a toaster oven whole.

: )

You did about 80 total damage split between 4 guys in a single action, it was fucked up.

The power of a hat is both astounding and horrifying.

I sit here only now seeing the mistype of "lieky" instead of "likely". Fuck my stupid HIT ME life.

It's very funny cause he doesn't really use magic, the staff is used as a part of his defense style where he uses the staff to block attacks or to channel the energy of the attack through his body and out into the ground.

The final Stand in Just Like Heaven, [The Stand That Kills Meatloaf].

I tried my best this session, but tomorrow is another day.

I'm killing him tomorrow, mark my words.