So I'm guessing the other day was a soap-opera thing, given the bad dialogue I was spouting and the nonsense about weddings and secret relatives and murders and all that crap. The wedding is still off, but only because it was never on in the first place. So, uh, please disregard anything crazy that was said. Deb, I am sorry about all that, but obviously I wasn't in control of my actions.

Our French press is missing, though. So I guess the pirate thing was for real?

Anyway. My soul is back to its usual intangible state, and I seem to have lucked out today, apart from feeling kind of sick. Deb, I think your brother and I might have been out in the cold too long yesterday-- you might want to stay upstairs tonight, I don't want you to catch whatever we've got.

I can stay calm, just a few more hours of this... it reeks...

|[ooc: bwaha, he will be doing his damnedest to avoid people because he is cursed like a mofo. >3 two serial killers + blood on their hands curse = wrecked apartment. >_> icon is just for funsies, that is definitely not visible. heh.]|