Fucking ow! Getting stitched back together hurts!
Well it was your decision to go out after the lions in the first place...
Yeah and I stand by it! They were a goddamn threat! They didn't hurt nearly as much as having to sew myself back together! Jesus, why didn't we find the damn anesthetic first?
Well, if you were numb, you wouldn't know when you had or hadn't managed to poke yourself in the right place...
Dammit Grace, stop making sense.
So yeah, for anybody who's reading this, Grace is with me criticizing my journal entries and giving me the stink eye, generally.
You could have told us you were on a medication, you know. We would have understood.
Yeah, right up until I ran out and snapped at somebody. Then you would have been angry. I had a plan.
Oh really?
Yeah, break back into Wal-Mart and break into the pharmacy in search of some.
That's...a half-decent plan. You'd probably be better off searching your local one, though.
Yeah, which I wasn't going to do until I was sure you guys were safe! I may not know you all very well, but I'm not just gonna throw you all to the lions! I'd have to be less than human to do that!
You know, technically none of us are human anymore, and you are part-lion...
Oh shut it, you know what I mean.
And in case anyone is curious, it wasn't much of a battle that ended up giving me these wonderful scars. I brought my guns and cleared their little den in one of the parking garages relatively quickly. There were just a few stragglers is all, and they got the jump on me. I didn't know lions could move that fast.
How else would they hunt?
Yeah, alright, fair enough. And I'm back on my medication again, taking it like I should. Once I don't need these half-assed stitches anymore, I'm going back to my local Wal-Mart for a refill on my meds. I might just take all of the stuff that matches what I'm taking, just to give myself more time.
Still, that's a stopgap measure at best. One day I'm going to run out. Then all of you are gonna have an easily irritable, confrontational griffon on your hands.
We'll deal with it. By then you'll have made up for being such a moron.
Yeah? Here's hoping.