This is Zack...

...and life keeps getting weirder. Like I told Aer, I've never claimed to be particularly normal, what with being injected with pseudo-magic planet goop in order to do my job, and being engaged to a guy who sometimes doesn't put me down for days on end, and let's not even go in the direction of Genesis the perv and Seph the sometimes-even-I-can't-believe-he's-real. But a guy's got limits, you know?

Crazy Lady has upgraded her crazy. Every time I think we've reached the ground floor of her crazy, she reveals a crazy basement. She got a me-plushie (it's pretty cute, I have to admit) and she's now carrying it around, and sitting and hugging it whenever she doesn't need both hands. She says it's comforting, and yeah, I guess, I've heard stuff like that is normal for autistic people, but why me? WHY ME? I need to cross-stitch that on something at this point.

Rant over. Thanks for listening, fangirls-who-I-actually-like!

- Zack