I need something. No idea what, but I just need to get away for the rut that is mortality. I'm either swarmed with Daimons or there's none to be found for weeks at a time. When there's never a moment to have a cup of tea I wish for the Daimons to drop off the face of the earth (OK I admit I wish that a hell of a lot) or there's not a tingle of an inkblot for two weeks and I'm longing for some excitement. Gods, a happy medium would be nice.
Somebody save from Rory's wit, or at least what he sees as wit. I swear he will push me to the limits one of these days!