Wow like why did I just have this overwhelming urge to clamber down the stairs and out into the freezing cold courtyard and just start singing “Your Guardian Angel” at the top of my lungs? To the entire fucking courtyard? Like, really bad, goofy-as-fuck singing? WELL THAT SOUNDS LIKE AN AMAZING PLAN YOU HAVE NO IDEA I JUST MIGHT DO THIS
UPDATE: LET’S DO THIS.
UPDATE: Yes this just happened.
I was all : “SSeEESeEAAAAsssIIIINNNNNsss RRRRRR CCChhhhaaaaAaannnging and WWWWAaAaAaAaAaaAaVES ARE CRAAAAsSshSInSG AaAAnanD SsTSTtsAAARSsss AaARraraEEEE faaaaaAAALLLING AAAAaAaAlLLLLLlLlLL FFFFFoooooOOoorrRrrR UUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSS”
And then, I shit you not,I heard : “DDDDDAAAAAaAaAYYYASSS GGGagGGGrrrrooooooOOOWWWWWWww LllloooonnnNNNHGGGERRRR AND nnnnniIIiiiiiiiIIIIGGGGHHHTtTsSS GGGGrrrrrrROOOWWW SHHHHOOORRRTTTEEERR”
And I went into such a state of shock I maybe screamed and hit my head on the door as I tried to get back into the stairway.
So someone out there sang with me. I heard you. And I WILL FIND YOU.