Meant what I said to 'er... loved Fred beyond all measure. God, I hope the lad's plan worked, 'cause I don't feature her trying to off us all again.

Everything just seems a bit off as of late, y'know? Bugger. S'pose this means I'm off training detail, which I'm bloody well fine with. Yeah, it sure as hell gave me a spot of purpose there for a bit, but I was hardly enjoying getting pummelled each time. In fact, I'm a trifle sick of being mere muscle at present, and actually had far more fun helping out in the lab. Folks seem surprised I can actually operate a computer, which makes me feel rather a bit indignant.

So, yeah. Solutions for stopping the end of the world welcome as always, 'cause from what I've heard, peaches is acting a bit... off.

Current Mood: worried
Current Music: "Never Tear Us Apart," INXS