I... Keheheheheh! I don't care...! This is—... I'm just gonna ride this out... while my higher brain is still loosened up...
(Seems... bizarrely zen, now.)
...Is this how being drunk feels...?
Ah, that's good, then. Do you and your great grandfather get along well?
(Is now patting around for his glasses on the shore.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019(Finally finds his glasses and puts them on, not looking all squinty anymore.)
Mm, very good. It's nice, you know, having people in your life like that. You learn all sorts of things from their experiences.
Kehehehehehehehhhh... Ahhhh... There's—... There's a strange peace in this... I've accepted it, I think, accepted death and this horrible place...
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019You're not dead.
-Gracia is still wiping at Claudia's face, occasionally-
You're just sick. You should be upstairs.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

-to Thomas- See you around.
-to Cordelia- You sure do.
But yeah- I don't- usually get jokes when my mind's all- busy.
Though repressing myself on a regular basis, probably helps a little...
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post