O, Discordia...

Long days, and pleasant nights, Gunslinger.

And may you have twice the number.



I have finished the Dark Tower. And I feel like somewhat of a war hero.

I do not aim with my hand;
He who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I aim with my eye.

I do not shoot with my hand;
He who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I shoot with my mind.

I do not kill with my gun;
He who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.
I kill with my heart.

I drove to work.

It was fine.

I walked in and said "Wow. The whole of Jersey has been transplanted into London, that fog is so thick."

I closed the door.

CUE MONSOON.

Jesus christ.

Thunder!!! I like thunder.

And no more fog.

Also..

An update on this situation.

Baby Jason has opened his eyes. :)

They tried giving him a pacifier and he just kept spitting it out.

Still going for super good vibes here, people.

:)