"It must be Thursday. I never could get a hold of Thursdays."

[mercat]

Eddie, as he goes down with the ship:
"When you walk through a storm
Keep your chin up high
And don't be afraid of the dark.
At he end of the storm
Is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark.

Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Tho' your dreams be tossed and blown.Walk on, walk on
With hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never walk alone."

And God disappeared in a puff of logic.

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And, in other news: Musical, overall, went well. I miss it already. =^u.u^= People are coming back to happiness all over and I'm sitting alone watching Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (old version!) because no one but Walker, who went to Marion's, and Pat, who went to Church (ironic, no?), wanted to go.

So, my brain is swimming.

It feels quite good to be in the water again.

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Make sure to keep your grandmothers away from the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal.

Damn Filthy Vogons.