Merelan
Lady's Love
- Joined
- Mar 29, 2000
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No, this isn't a philosophical deep, middle of the night question. But a simple one.
Why am I still sitting here posting, or wandering, or staring blankly at Owen and wondering where he got that cool cape?
I am here because I cannot sleep. Not sick or ill or overdosed on caffeine. Everytime I lay down I am either haunted by a lovely blonde German woman who excites me so much I wake up, or by visions of lavender telling me to get up she wants to attack the village of dust bunnies I am cultivating under my bed. Then I wake up to defend them. Back you thing of household cleanliness. Back I say.
Honestly. What would you do?
Why am I still sitting here posting, or wandering, or staring blankly at Owen and wondering where he got that cool cape?
I am here because I cannot sleep. Not sick or ill or overdosed on caffeine. Everytime I lay down I am either haunted by a lovely blonde German woman who excites me so much I wake up, or by visions of lavender telling me to get up she wants to attack the village of dust bunnies I am cultivating under my bed. Then I wake up to defend them. Back you thing of household cleanliness. Back I say.
Honestly. What would you do?
