Hell and back again
Feb. 26th, 2004 10:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xp_daytripperFuck. I should be sleeping off this bastard son of a headache, only me nerves are so jangled I only got a few hours. Next time I try to absorb the mystic energy of a whole fucking demon dimension, someone knock me out? Preferably with something large an heavy - couldn't hurt me head any worse than its aching now.
Something you should know, if you don't already by now. Magic is real. Demons are real. There are dimensions out there you have no fucking clue about, an they aren't always nice. An sometimes they want something we have an come an try too take it.
I can't talk about what happened exactly til I've had a chance too be "debriefed". So leave off on the questions til then, all right? I'm a witch with a magic hangover an I'm cranky. Don't fuck with me.
I s'pose I should apologise for 'porting people without asking, but fuck it, there wasn't time. We were nearly too late as it was.
Bloody demons. I fucking hate those things.
Um, [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]? You got some clothes I can borrow? Mine are sitting in that plastic bag in the bathroom, the one with the biohazard stickers all over it. Apparently that much blood doesn't wash out, an those were me last decent set.
Jamie's right - we need more than one mood on this thing. And now I'm gunna make meself a gallon of willowbark tea an drown meself in it.
Something you should know, if you don't already by now. Magic is real. Demons are real. There are dimensions out there you have no fucking clue about, an they aren't always nice. An sometimes they want something we have an come an try too take it.
I can't talk about what happened exactly til I've had a chance too be "debriefed". So leave off on the questions til then, all right? I'm a witch with a magic hangover an I'm cranky. Don't fuck with me.
I s'pose I should apologise for 'porting people without asking, but fuck it, there wasn't time. We were nearly too late as it was.
Bloody demons. I fucking hate those things.
Um, [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]? You got some clothes I can borrow? Mine are sitting in that plastic bag in the bathroom, the one with the biohazard stickers all over it. Apparently that much blood doesn't wash out, an those were me last decent set.
Jamie's right - we need more than one mood on this thing. And now I'm gunna make meself a gallon of willowbark tea an drown meself in it.
