Behold *my* emotional damage. got hit directly in the soul ... that calendar... those tragic little numbers counting my sins... and **Luig**. My god, Luig. He looks like he simultaneously had a stroke and achieved enlightenment. I love him. I want to frame him. I want to apologize to him.
I both love you and fear you in equal measure.
(Now please stop counting days... you're making Luig nervous)