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My head is full of candyfloss right now. It comes of staying up too late because of the attack of the Not-Sleeping and then getting up too early because of the Father Wanting To Bond Over Breakfast. (This is, cleverly, the delay in the questions for the interview thing, too, btw.)
So all I can think about is that Norman Reedus has his own name tattooed on his chest. And all I can think about that is: Why?
I feel like I went out and had a hell of a good time last night, except that I did not. Or, perhaps in some Donnie Darko-esque way, I really did, and I'll find out that I did in about three weeks, after a giant bunny rabbit talks to me, to the tune of that one scene in Akira.
Yeah, that one scene. You know the one I'm talking about. With the nursery music. And the milk.
So all I can think about is that Norman Reedus has his own name tattooed on his chest. And all I can think about that is: Why?
I feel like I went out and had a hell of a good time last night, except that I did not. Or, perhaps in some Donnie Darko-esque way, I really did, and I'll find out that I did in about three weeks, after a giant bunny rabbit talks to me, to the tune of that one scene in Akira.
Yeah, that one scene. You know the one I'm talking about. With the nursery music. And the milk.
