the stairs beckoned, were confronted, and were conquered. that's right, i successfully hurled my degenerating and regenerating body down the death steps and survived with no ill effects.

this whole sequence of events, however, came as a spoonful of sugar with which to help the medicine of some awful news i received go down.

i'm not sure that i am fully prepared to share this news in this particular forum, for i am still pondering the ramifications and consequences of this information. while it is not catastrophic, it could be considered the equivalent of being splashed by a muddy puddle on a bustling city street and ruining that whole ensemble you chose to show off your ravishing figure on such a glorious day.

bloody hell i hate receiving crapassed news second and thirdhand.

but on a lighter note, the original bearer of said news instructed the person who conferred it unto me not to tell me because, and i quote, "he will kill someone."

when you see my sketch on the news, don't let them know where to find me.

the news was about something i have been thinking about for awhile.

awhile is underlined.

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always.