After my fifth, everything seems a bit more blurry and I can't keep a straight thought for the life of me. All I can think is - Mission accomplished - over and over like a doofus. Good thing Sel can't read minds. That'd be pretty damn embarrassing...
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
That's how we should measure our lives. Not in distance traveled, or time passed, or worlds conquered, but in moments... and the rush of joy—of grace—that exists within them. — Megatron (Lost Light, by Roberts, Lawrence, Lafuente)
