Man. June. Where did my life go? End of the month I'm over the hill. Acording to the deathclock I'm at the halfway point. I am a 25 year old that's simultaneously balding and greying. I have a cyst. I will admit that I am far more physically capable than many of my peers...but certainly no longer at my peak. Unmarried. Lashed to a retail job that requires none of my intelligence and all of my patience. Adored by a select and wonderfull few, but neither famous, nor infamous. Poor. Well...not poor really...but certainly not financially comfortable. Yet I can't help but feel that something great is impending. Maybe it's just delusional hope, but I have an inexorable sense that everything I am experiencing is leading me somewhere grand. The visions of my future are returning to me. Fantastic visions I tell you. Despite my tragic shortfallings and squandered opportunities, I must greet my future with a desperate sense of impending joy. We'll see though. The B-Day is closing.
There will be hallucinogens aplenty.
Welcome to old age. You better hope you're looking old beyond your years, because Soren is supposed to be at least in his late thirties.
So....that being said:
- please view this on the appropriate day and try to delude yourself into believing that Lars is capable of remembering such things. The hallucinogens may help with that.