Magma's a bitch

Sorry, my sweets, to be gone so long. I got stuck in a lake of fire. While it was lovely, I lost track of time. Autumn is almost over. The people of this sad city are running around wildly. Something about a feast of Thanksgiving. I'm not sure what they're all so grateful for. After all, I'm back, aren't I?

I hear talk of a parade in a few days. Perhaps I shall watch it. Parades usually provide endless opportunity for mischief.

Mood (flavor of anger): bemused

Listening to: The Features: "Exhibit A"

Are you normal?

Of course not....don't click "yes" on anything. You might see a lot of blood from those bothersome fellows who kept after me to go to the sponsor. Not at all accurate as it labeled me as a WONDERFUL ECCENTRIC. I rather think that understates the case. It ignores the fact that I'm clearly an eternal child.