When There's So Much Light, Why Do I Feel So Dark?

Good Morning Self.

Things have worked out for you, once again. Your luck will run out soon.

You're also in extreme pain right now. Perhaps that is penance for what you did. You're hands are bleeding, bruised, and torn. Your body is sore beyond all belief. You're exhausted.

And the secretaries in your head have all gotten drunk. You're not sure off of what, but they all seem to have taken a vacation, leaving you to your own devices. A word of caution, dear self, when left to your own devices, you have a tendancy to... Well. To put it briefly, you've been eating the relish from the squeeze bottle again.

But what more can be said though? What is relish but hashed pickles? Which presents the question... have you been eating hashed pickles in a fantastically handy squeeze bottle, or have you been disgustingly gorging yourself on a tasteful ketchup-like condiment?

And if you hear one more Picco de Gaillo joke... Well. Now you're just thinking of Mexican Catsup. Because here in America? It's Ketchup. Heinz preferably.

Condiment? Or Convenient?

YOU DECIDE!

~Alisa

PS: I leave you with heavy heart and heavy mind, because the nightmares that were from so long ago have been brought to the forefront for the sake of archiving. Why is it that I sacrafice my sanity time and time again for an audience of only myself?