I can't shake the impression that I'm just going to do the same thing I do every time I'm on the forums, anyways.
Obsessively archive the fan-art, read the fiction I've missed, resist the urge to follow Varinn around and translate him to other people, and, uh....argue about how to make the forum a better place, socially.
"I'll find something to put here later!"
This is crazy.
Crazy? I was crazy they put me in a padded room.
I died there.
They buried me where the flowers grew.
One grew up, one grew down.
The one that grew down tickled my nose.
It drove me crazy.
Crazy? I was crazy......