March 6, 2002
The crystal skull will always be a hit at get-togethers. Regardless of whether I ever take that week of seclusion I keep promising myself and learn to throw my voice. Jenny found herself particularly intrigued by the crystal skull. I moved its jaw along with my slow, deliberate suggestions to her, letting the beams of light from around the room hit it as they would. Syncopated my numbing drone of a voice with the music. You can't, after all, make anyone do anything they don't WANT to do, right? Not even a terminally uptight, wannabe action junkie paradox like Jenny.