I can't see well.
I'm wearing an eye patch and look like a pirate. But I'm going to work in the morning.
Everything is snapping back.
What a weekend. Even my harshest critics said "Well, THAT explains everything!"
I think I'll hide down in a bunker so my head doesn't explode and PowWow all night at
Mr. S, if I gave you this story, who would you tell it too? The Scribe chats fairly often with Bakshi's son.