Fri Sep 26 09:48:27 2008

At 7 o'clock AM, Day of the Great Gods, 19th of the Month of the Sun
on the Theran calendar Melmer perished, never to return.

I hug you, I kiss you, I breastfeed you, I nurture you--I did all but birth you, you stinky stinker.

Anyways, you were cute. Very cute. I liked this.
Plus, you were entertaining to hop around with--Now I hope you feel horrible and that this was a major guilt bomb.


Love, me.

why do you now delete?

Doh. I interacted with you some, witnessing at least one death. From the time the fight started I was screaming to myself "Get out now! Don't try to fight this guy!". But you did, and paid for it. Oh well. As Kenny Rogers says, "You gotta know when to hold 'em. Know when to fold 'em. Know when to walk away; know when to run."

In that particular encounter, you should have run from the outset.