Paranoid About Being A God

"What's that look for? Have you given up on me too? Tsk, Tsk. You should know better. We're not throwing in the towel on this one yet. We've got time left on the clock still, and there's nothing worse than wasting time you have yet to waste." - T.O. Hob

I'm not sure exactly what is going on right now. There's a shadow in my living room, watching every move I make, waiting for something to happen. Something that never seems to happen. There's a purple tinted javan rhinoceros that occasionally visits my patio, a look of forelorn bemusement passing across the face of this odd-toed ungulate as he putters back and forth begging for a bone. The silver haired specter that seems to accompany me everywhere lately has become more and more aloof, rarely departing his ever wandering perch to include me in his illusions of faith and delusions of grandeur. The Old Ghosts are gathering.

Something is up.

But this story...well this story isn't done just yet. This story's just starting to get good in that wicked scary way things tend to go all screwy all at once. See there are years that you remember, sometimes for good reasons and sometimes for bad. This year? This will definitely be one of those years. One way...or the other.

"Not so fast kid...the day is not over yet." - T.O. Hob