It's almost 7, and small talk is deader than a doornail! Though if I learned anything from Pet Semetary, it's that "Sometimes dead is better." But what do they know?! They got their dumbasses killed by zombies when they were warned, numerous times I might add, that burying coprses in the Indian ground was a bad idea. What does this have to do with anything? I'm not sure, as I've completely forgotten where I was going with this.
I'm debating on getting a beverage tonight, as the liquor store is open for another 2 hours - or just wait until tomorrow because I feel sketch for late-night purchases. But Kav has piqued my interest in Black Label (I think he secretly does marketing for them) and tonight is proper night to drink. >.>
Anyways, come to the little verbal nook! It's empty here! O: