Him–just fucking kill him, I don’t care if it hurts. Yes I do, I want it to.

I actually do not currently bear such ill will, but these are the words echoing through my head.¹ Today’s been a mish-mash: two mornings waking up feeling like death (mostly a phlegm and raw-throated-in-origin type feeling, with a good dash of exhaustion) meant  a lot of re-watching Farscape (I’m into early season 4 now) and laying in […]

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