Last night I realized that I am missing my go guy with jointed fingers. I don’t know where he could have gone…. I tore up the upstairs of the house looking for him. =_= It’s so messy here I wouldn’t doubt he’s hiding somewhere to escape all the junk.

I gotta find him. Besides the fact that I want to Frankenstein him, he was a gift so I feel bad for loosing him.

I guess it’s time to clean up around here =_= I guess that’s a good thing. :p

*sigh* The heat isn’t helping either. Stupid 89 degrees in the middle of fall. Stupid Texas. *grumble*