Crash, Crash, Crash...

I have been crashing for three days now. It seems I was not the only one--which was a relief--and sat commiserating about it with Miss Gustafson and Mr. Hax in their Eyre home's back garden. Joining us were Mr. Smashcan, Mr. Mesmer and Miss Paris. I would have posted a picture, but poor Mr. Hax was horribly ruthed. I took care of some things that I needed to do in-world and rode Flashy across Caledon from Mayfair to Tamrannoch--somewhere that I realized I do not spend a lot of time in at all.

Tired from my ride, I sat down at the rather quiet Anvil. I watched and listened to the tram going around, and was just enjoying the peaceful quiet there as the sun was setting. I decided to have some Bellambi Whisky. Given the days I've had recently dealing with all of this crashing nonsense, I'd say that I needed it! Slainte!