An Answer:

I don't have one. I don't know why. I wanted to. But I guess I didn't. Fail. We never did fight that much. She must know by now that I don't hate her, but I'm not invincible either.

I almost spilled gasoline on my superior today. It was a colorful accident. I decapitated a snake. I felt bad. I think things will be OK. Yeah, I do.

One last thing: Imagine myself as Spider-man and Peter as Wolverine and you have our conversation on Sunday. They're talking about the death of the Cap'n, but it was a heartfelt moment of solidarity. It's great because the entire conversation took place in 'City of', since it's the only medium we really use to communicate. We're silly like that.