Then Ash proceeds to prove Cleo, well, wrong.
I scare myself. I can't bear dreams like that and I don't get them often.
But Ash?
Eeek.
ANYway.
Morning. I expect.
Oh, and, ~meepage galore~ Where *is* the time machine when I need it?
I think I'm descended from Superman. Or I wouldn't go round life with this terrible urge to *fix* things.
Gah. ~feels useless~ Sigh.
On the other hand it's reinforcing my belief that I'm completely wasting my time and I could be spending it on someone much more productive*...possibly a good thing.
E.
x
*But, er, not Ash. Please.
