My office is the same. It’s 11 AM and people are just starting to talk and send e-mail normally again. It was a morning of hushed tones and even e-mails were extremely terse.

I realized this morning that I am moving through the five stages of grief. I’m telling myself it’s okay to process all of this right now because that the time for acting and doing will come soon.

Get angry. Feel that anger. Keep it. Hold it tight. Never forget how it feels.

Isn’t that against the law?

Damn. I scrolled back up and now I see the paint. Thank you!

Yeah, the brain can play tricks on you for sure. It does look oily at first, but if you look hard at all the white streaks on the legs you’ll see that it is just paint after a few seconds.

This is what has happened in the books as well- but I think there’s a wider purpose. Martin has said that he always intended to reunite characters after drawing them apart to allow them to grow individually.

I’m a generic ibuprofen kind of girl. Generic ibuprofen all the way.