I’m awake!

It’s about damned time! Not that I didn’t enjoy my beauty sleep, but it seems I missed out on all of the fun. Peter has seemed to have developed a sense of humor about his unfortunate situation that his father has bestowed upon him.

*That’s your brother’s Baby Momma! Show some respect!!*

Speaking of which, Gabriel seems proud to be slumming and taking on Peter’s sloppy seconds.

*I think the tape on her teet is such a lovely touch. Who needs jewelery when you have painters tape to adorn yourself with? Way to keep it classy, Miss Bishop!

And Nathan, thank the Lord, finally isn’t taking any more crap from anyone.

*Senator Petrelli sez “Oh No You Didn’t!”*

And Arthur? He doesn’t need to worry about me…he has pick of the week.

*I have no idea who she is, but all I know is if she’s keeping him happy, she’s keeping him out of my perfectly coiffed hair. Thanks be to you, Tramp of the Week!*

But, alas, I have to pay homage and proper thanks to the man who brought me from The Land on Nod back to consciousness of this wretched life. My humble thanks and hats off to you…Detective Parkman.

Again with the street slinging. I don’t understand these kids today. But with a gift like his, he can keep it realzz on the streetzz yo to his hearts content.

You’ll have to excuse me though. I have a lot of lost time to make up for. I have hell to raise, skulls to crack, soup to make, and a world to save. God help us all.

G-G-G Gang Signs!
Mrs. A. Petrelli