the little dark space.

chapter 5 - after effects

rabid holiday weasles, why have you eaten my time so? i thought we were friends, partners, but instead, we seem to be bitter, bitter enemies. like unto the lemon and the open bleeding wounds, with the follow-up of salt baths for the spite.

but mayhap, in fact, i am wrong. maybe you are only fickle, the women and the internets. i feverently hope this is true. now give me back my spleen, or i will take the egg-nog and the fruitcake away, and you can return to being the ferret with a mission.

on a more conherant note, the bandwidth beastie is a visual referance to something very dorky. ten points if you figured it out! (i know it was yeaterday, but.....*flees*)