My foot fits nicely in my mouth.

One person's life experiences are never parallel to another's, no matter how much you feel you have in common.

I hope Hannah will forgive what I said in my moment of heated self-righteousness. I tried to explain what I had meant... *sighs*

*goes downstairs to the Klub*

Everyone has gone home. All upset. Thrown into emotional disorder. And somehow, we will all have to come together by Saturday.

*adjusts the planks of wood barring the door*

I'll have to buy a new lock tomorrow.

*thinks twice and props a chair up against the handle for good measure*

*turns a chair around to face the door and sits on it, folding his arms over the backrest*

*eventually nods off*