I dreamt again last night that I had killed people. Four people. Someone else had been sent to prison for it, and was just getting out of prison, and I was going mad hoping he wouldn't turn me in as the person who'd actually done it. Or that they wouldn't find the evidence in my clothes. (Blood of the victims, I'd imagine.) Why I didn't just leave town before the truth could out, I don't know.
What did you THINK a crepe was?
[EDIT] oops, better use the murderous icon.Edited at 2009-07-29 12:24 pm (UTC)