show thyself, brutus?
do you come in the form of adam's whatever-the-fuck-that-was, which has plagued our cast all week?
perhaps instead you visit with mono's icy touch. damn you.
or, perhaps you are a yet unknown villianous foe sprung to life under the subideal conditions of the frosty lab?
damn you. damn you all to bloody heck.
mike, aymon. if chaz no goes worky tomorrow, he no goes coombiya after worky tomorrow. i'll keep you two posted.
mmm. sleep. covers warm. *homer drool*
oh, and yes, i used the "i'm pathetic/pitty me" userpic. deal with it, ho. ;)