Round 12.5, Hour 19
Jan. 2nd, 2011 11:05 am...at night, the Penguins come. You hear a sort of shifting sound, and a vague, delicate, unsettling rustle of feathers... you want to type... Help help am being abducted... but then the singing begins... the eerie singing under the pale glow of the waning moon...
Well, that might be why there were no earlier hourly posts this morning, or it might have been technical difficulties unrelated to penguins.
How is everyone doing? Are there hot, stimulating beverages of choice? Are there words being counted?
Well, that might be why there were no earlier hourly posts this morning, or it might have been technical difficulties unrelated to penguins.
How is everyone doing? Are there hot, stimulating beverages of choice? Are there words being counted?