On Why There Is Glass In My Mouth and Other Such Conundrums
Thanks to my stained glass panel, I now have several Shards of Hell Itself embedded in my hands and face. The combination of naturally dry skin, superficial cuts from scoring glass, and adorable little bits of said glass in my forehead is just... Unpleasant. Worth it, but unpleasant.
Fie on't, fie... I cannot wait for tomorrow...! *paces*
(Oi, Adam! When do you get in tomorrow? I'd like to pick you up on time, if at all possible. :)