Tonight, Frap offered to assist me with my fascination with donkification. He set up a room for it, and I had hoped for another social setting with a multitude of donkeys all heehaw and heehaw and heehaw to each other. But I didn't care for long, because it's just so good to be a donkey, braying for my handler and for my heehaw and for how good it feels to heehaw over and over. I seem to remember being told heehaw how I was compelled to bray and how heehaw heehaw would just come out but why wouldn't a donkey want to heehaw feeling so good anyway? Heehaw heeehaw he did spend more time than before on theehaw physical tf aspects, and I could really feel myself as other than human. I also learned that I apparently heehaw heehaw have been heehaw having a problem changing my nick to a good donkey name, and that I don't quite manage to spell JoyDonkey right -- I took extra time heehaw heere heehaw to make sure. I heehaw had never noticed...