First of all, let’s get the easy one out of the way. At 11:00, I worked my three hour shift at the pizza pit. Just a few minutes before my shift ended, the bus arrived. After my shift ended, it took me home.
Since then, I’ve been in conference preparation mode. The conference is tomorrow, and i have until 9:00 to pack and get ready.
Ghost Muse: I don’t think that’s necessary. We need to get ready for something else.
And what would that be?
Ghost Muse: The end. The end for all of us. Look! I’m guessing that the Dark Muse ran out of dimensions. Ours is the very last one!
Muse: Tee hee! Time to grow once more! Wheeeeeee! My pretty mansion and playground is not big enough! Grow bigger now!
Muse: I said, grow bigger now!
It won’t grow any bigger. Her mansion and playground spans all existence, both real and imaginary.
Muse: Grow bigger, NOW!!!!! Tee hee!
*the mansion and playground begin growing*
Ghost Muse: This is not good.
How bad can it be?
Ghost Muse: Remedy told me that if she or her mansion and playground grow beyond existence, everything will implode, including her! All dimensions. All reality. All things imaginary. Everything.
NO! It can’t happen! This can’t be! This can’t be the end!
Remedy: It’s not. I just finished the cure and dimensional bomb. Time to use it, NOW!
*Remedy puts the cure in the bomb and tosses the bomb into the air*
Muse: A bomb? I love bombs! Yum! Tee hee!
No! Don’t eat it!
Ghost Muse: No! I don’t want existence to end!
*the bomb explodes just before she even bites it*
What’s going on?
*explosion creates a dark rift that sucks every single thing in existence in*
*dark rift collapses into a super concentrated single particle of matter, which results in a cataclysmic explosion*
Muse: No! My home!
*100 Muses fly out of the Dark Muse and into the sky above*
Muses: Tee hee! We’re free!
Dark Muse: No! Noooooooo…..
*Dark Muse is ejected out of the Muse and flies into the sky, in a direction opposite of the 100 Muses*
Dark Muse: Tee hee! I’ll be back! My hooooooooooooooooooome…..
Huh? What’s going on?
Remedy: It looks like everything’s back to normal.
Ghost Muse: And it looks like those 100 Muses are returning to the tower the Dark Muse took them from. Good. After she ate them all, I’m glad that they were able to escape….
And it looks like the Spoiled Rich Muse is right next to us….
Muse: My garden…. You ruined it! I…..*hack*…..Was so close…..
Remedy: As spoiled as you are, someone like you is not meant to have everything.
Muse: I….know. But….I wanted….it….*hack* *cough*
Ghost Muse: You will be a ghost soon, like me. Get used to your new form. A new Muse will be in your body. I don’t know what yet. But whatever it is, you will not be welcome.
Muse: ….A ghost, you say? If I must, dear, so be it….but I will be the wealthiest ghost ever….
Heh. That would be fun to see. What will we need for your mansion? A tomb?
Muse: It will be a real house…..*hack*…..A house for the dead…..I’m….going….farewell everyone…..
*Muse swoons over and collapses*
Ghost Muse: Good. I know that it will be only a short time, but I would like to inhabit my original body.
Remedy: Go on. After all you’ve been through, you earned it.
*Ghost Muse enters the Muse*
Muse: I’m back….Thank you, Remedy.
Remedy: Anytime, my Muse. My work here is done. I’ll see you back at the Realm of Imagination!
*Remedy disappears in a flash of light*
Muse: Kyle, your clothes look a little….tacky. Put some fancier ones on, NOW!
What? But I thought she was gone!
Muse: She is. But I feel like parts of her personality is still lingering around. It will be a while before this body is free of her completely. So if I act a little weird, that’s why. Okay? Now get me some seltzer water, now!
But I don’t have any!
Muse: Sorry again. It’s the Spoiled Rich Muse tics. It’s so embarrassing. And so is this dress! Why am I wearing this? It’s hideous! It’s something that only a peasant would wear….
*Muse magically changes into a fancy dress*
It’s okay. I would rather you have your body back and endure her tics than not have a body at all….
Muse: Thank you….But no thanks to you! Where’s your fancy clothes, peasant?!
Jekyll and Hyde much? Anyway, I’m going to prepare for the weekend….
Muse: And prepare a lazy fake entry like you did last time? And the last one was horrendous! You didn’t even stay at a five star hotel! And I’m guessing that the hotel you’re staying at this time is no different! …..I’m *sob* so sorry! Stupid tics!
It’s okay. And the entry’s not a fake. There will be one tomorrow, like always.
Muse: Okay. Have a fun weekend! I’m going back to my house….mansion! Not a house! Houses are for peasants!
I hope your tics clear out soon. They should by tomorrow. Bye!
Muse: Farewell peasant! ….I mean, bye Kyle!
Thus ends another story arc. And just in time for the conference, too! I need to get ready for the conference, and then go to bed at 9:00. There will be an entry tomorrow, trust me….
Today’s high is going to be 57 degrees and the silver lining is being all ready for the conference.
To those of you who have ever prepared for a trip at the last minute, I hope that you all have a fantastic day.
Muse: It’s a mansion, you peasant! I’m tired of changing this mansion back into a house. I’ll keep it a mansion until these tics clear out…. *sigh*