Wiley is just stupid... or persistent, depends how you wanna look at it. After all, he has an ACME catalogue, I'm sure they could deliver him a roasted turkey in less than 2 minutes.

In other news, my grandma died on monday and I'm fucking depressed. Another ball of pain that I'll have to live with, forever.

My dreams show me things I know, deep down, I crave. Yet upon waking up I deny and reject all of it.

The trouble with me is, once in a while I do snap, and every time it's worse than the last. I sincerely fear for the well being of my loved ones, since my own sanity is definitely already compromised.