Monday, October 3, 2011

Home, home on the range

It feels good to be back. I feel hot, sweaty, itchy where the ropes bound me, achy from not moving - but it feels so good to not be under's clutches.

I say man hesitantly. I don't think he's entirely human anymore.

But I am, and Carrie is, and Mystery and Sir Thighpiece and - well, not the dog.

It feels good to be back.

I love Butterfingers. Have I said that before?