Phone Time

An outdoor sleepover with a mute necromancer.

Linking minds and sharing dreams with an infuriatingly enigmatic comatose Phoenix.

Chauffeured home by a cowgirl, convention-hosting internet star whilst also being proposed first-class V.I.P access to the aforementioned convention.

Reprimanded by an irate detective Succubus at my own home for inviting another internet star as a temporary tenant/entertainment and not bothering to keep a closer eye on him and his antics.

Inquired by my very own Elf-Knight so brazenly and achingly awkwardly as to whether or not I desire the loving affection of the opposite sex.

Show literally anybody else this topsy-turvy chain of events, and you'll earn yourself a sympathizer, patting you comfortingly on the back as they go with a tender smile, "Crazy week, huh?"

Week?

Didn't even get a chance to chew on some morning toast yet...