He claimed I haven't been acting myself.
I swear, he's so damn frustrating. So the pointy eared bastard proceeds to take me back to Middle Earth for the weekend. To remind me of "better times".
What better times is he talking about??
I just don't get that stupid elf. I really don't.
But.. it was pretty sweet for him to try and help me...
No. NO. I will not think fluffy thoughts. Absolutely not. NO.
Sometimes I really hate myself.