freakpirate

I have caught the death illness. All of the joints in my legs are on fire. Walking is like getting stabbed a hundred times with every step. It's times like these I wish painkillers worked. I'm hungry but have no food. I think it's time to call for delivery.

cirdt and carla are darlings. They attempted to carry me around over the ice and snow last night. They'll also quite foolish... but I think that's why I like them.

Ugh... someone kill me.