Oh, almost forgot - the moronic gods of fate and doom have smiled their sick little heads down on me - I may be going to the Winter banquet after all. But only if it all works out.

I really hope destiny does not destroy my perfect plans yet once again. Who gave that useless hack of flesh the idea that she could do such horrid things to such sweet people anyway.

Demonic forces - ruin them all! End their reign! Recover our lives from the devish cads!

PS. I'm in a lovely mood this afternoon, just in case anyone had the gaul to wonder.