Percy ... ahh. There are no words to do that justice. Just so you know, the vestibule of my nose and my eyes and my ears (I know, wtf?) are all scratchy and that doesn't happen unless I really, really want to cry.

And Minerva. Too funny. And she accepted!

I hear it's someone's birthday (well, actually, saw it all over my flist, to which I paid a flying visit while stuck in the Valley of No-Broadband, or home) and just had to wish you a good one!

But don't drink any Flaming Homers.

Just because they look all pretty when on fire doesn't mean they're good to put inside your stomach.

♥