At Least I'm Not Addicted To Astral Projection.

An emotionally complex Sunday in the life of DnD,
after a night of Nips & Feathers.
(the night jed was a lady)(8.29.09)

You know it was a rough night when you wake up & you're a doctor.

I used to be a fish.
& I currently believe in beauty & rainbow chard when stop & shop is out of
dino kale.
& CLOUDS.

sometimes you cook by yourself in the midst of chaos, & it's
ALRIGHT.
(pronounced the special way a native new orleanian would say it)

but being addicted to astral projection would totally be worse.
& I'll be alright, I'm white.
(wait for the backstory on the comment, THAT IS A DIRECT QUOTE, from someone, somewhere, deep deep deep in the American South.)
aw, remember DnDnD2k09?