We still have no news on Stephanie. Shit.
And proxies here are few and far between. Maybe sitting a box of razor wire out in the window scared them off, maybe it's Sandra screaming out the lyrics to half the "Wicked" soundtrack inbetween encore performances of The Sun's Gone Dim and the Giga Pudding commercial. And her ranting about how the Kung Fu Panda cartoon should've aired by now.
Good God she is such a child.
So inbetween trying to figure out how to get Ava's earring back to her and getting Preston off the ceiling fan, Sand urged me to put up the picture of Spindly Deer I drew for her months ago.
Remember, she got pissed after reading the "Santa's Evil Counterpart" theory because Santa has eight or nine reindeer (depending on which movie/show you're watching and whether or not Rudolph is canon), so I drew a deer for Slender to get her to shut up. And now she's insisting I put it up. Whatever.
It has no mouth. Make of that what you will.
And yup, that's a teeny tiny Operator Symbol after it's name.
I WAS BORED.