oh good

[phosfate]

Vivid technicolor dream about a new HBO series that is even more apocalyptastic and skull-crushing than The Walking Dead, which I refuse to watch, combined with sleep paralysis featuring a very tall cloaked murderin' axe type triggered a half day of fetal panic and HI HOW'S YOUR DAY? It's 3:00 now and I'm heavily drugged but I came into work out of pure spite.