Cuz Reach is being all...Reach-y and doing other stuff that he isn't "obligated to tell me" and I've just called a mind truce because, if I'm honest, I now have a vague degree of respect for the guy I fought some Proxies with last night and Balthazar isn't being as much of a snarly, bitey hellhound as he usually is when awake and near Reach.
So yeah, all's good. Ish. Urgh. I hate cafés now. Everyone's a suspect.
And because I've got dog fur in my nose, I'm sniffing and rubbing my nose and looking like a junkie, couple that with the shifty eyes and the iPhone....
Well, let's just say it's good I'm armed and have a dog.
Gonna break the news that we've got looong drive ahead of us....
I don't suppose I could drive the car this time? I don't want to die before reaching my target location....
BRILLIANT NEWS IN ROBERT'S AMAZING KICKARSE-NESS AT REDLIGHT.
Bad news in Cathy and Cyndia's Slendershit stalking. The girl's gone off with him and Cathy may/may not be dead.
I've got time now, so I'll go about posting on blogs for a while.
Catch you on the flip side,