Whitefish River le sigh

Okay, the thought of a butt itch for life was pretty terrible--hilarious, but imagining it for herself? Hard no. She shook her head. Could you imagine puppies and butt itch at the same time? The worst, she snickered, though, something about the two compounding situations making each other worse was sure to drive anyone straight into madness. Definitely worth avoiding. However Spica upped the ante, talking about actively misplacing parts or going blind. Yikes! She gaped a bit. Oh yeah going blind would be pretty terrible.. I do like seein', she said after a thoughtful pause for her to consider it in. She did a lot of seeing, and appreciated the fact. How else could she look at the scenery, or the stars above, or her sister?? I could probably cope without a few toes, maybe. Unless it was like, a lot of them. That'd be pretty hard, she rambled, thinking a good bit about this as she wiggled her own toes.

Next, another sigh. Just whatever it's gotta be, I just.. I can't imagine doing something important or knowing something big and not telling you about it, especially! Like.. it just sucks that I feel like we're so, I don't know, an afterthought.. Makes me tired just thinking about it, and having to be mad about it too, she griped, frowning then. Spica would understand, of course.