ow. ow. ow. ow. ow. ow.

...and the next day, Ann pays for it. Oh, she pays for it. She even refers to herself in the third person because first person hurts more.

Every voice is like a jackal picking at my brain. Er, Ann's brain.

in case i wasn't clear before:

AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! Owie! Owie! Owie! Argh!

and just once more, before i retire for the evening

Ow. Ow. Fuck. Ow. Ow.

(The swing is cool, though.)