Shush! Cthulhu fhtagn!

He told me that I have a soul
How does he know?

I've not completely given up on life yet, and there are several reasons for this:

A) I've got a box full of Lollipop-ices. All mine, moahahahaa!

B) I've started rereading Les Misérables by Victor Hugo. You don't feel so bad when you read about others' pain (plenty so far, I'm already at the Champmathieu-case). This is the fourth or fifth time I read it, this time just to see if I still love it. At least I have a better clue of how you pronounce all the French names now. Bamatabois always makes me grin.

C) And last but not least, the latest story arch in M, where C'thulhu follows the author home and is kept as a family pet.



( and another one for good Norwgian measure )

You have to love that! It's being printed in Norway's next-to-biggest newspaper, and think of all the people who don't get it. He's alienating lots and lots of people. But I love it. Even when he learns C'thulhu tricks by giving him cats as snacks, I love it.

Okay, sick now. Gotta lie down.