Must have faire... Must have faire. I NEED faire! Why, oh, why does it Mayfaire have to be in May? Yes, an illogical question, but I'm not in a logical place right now. The weather (for the briefest of seconds in Michigan) is fabulous and all I want to do is put on my garb and run around outside with my dagger and bow (a toy bow of course) and just be a kid again, but yeah, doing that on a college campus, not the brightest ideas.... Though that wouldn't stop me... the fact that all my garb and gear are at home, yep, that stops me. AH! NEED FAIRE! It is driving me nuts, consuming my thoughts...
Is this what it is really like to be insane? 'Cause if it is, it needs to stop.
AH, faire, where have you gone? Why are you so slow to come?