*tries in vain to find Lucille on Wednesday* You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille. With 11 hungry children and a war in the fields. Now I've had some bad times, I lived through some sad times, but this time your hurting won't heal. You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille. :(
I guess I'll just have to visit Lilly a whole bunch until it turns into Monday again. XD
...I keep banging on the front door to the bar, but all I hear is muffled cursing and giggling. o_O