dispatches from the loony bin

And then we hung up so he could sleep and I could find a remedy for toothache that didn’t involve whiskey, because ow, my liver

Conversation with Ogre via Skype following the make-up session after our fight, during which he said he’d feel bad about going to bed while I was still upset, so he was determined to Skype with me until I felt better, and then he asked me if I was going to blog about our fight and I said no, I try to only blog about him like how The Bloggess blogs about Victor, so I started linking him posts from The Bloggess to show him:   me: *laughing at the Bloggess* Ogre: Hey, why are you laughing? Aren’t you supposed