You would think the fucking plane crashed...
Mood:  celebratory
Topic: It's all about me
I've been in California since Sunday afternoon and you'd think I would have at least put a single letter in this little text boxy thing. Oh but no - I forgot all about you. All 2 of you that actually hang in front of your monitor, your eyes glazed and red, salivating for want of an update. You want it... you know you want it. You crave it like a good piece of cheese.

Doing fine basically. Losing track of time once in a while, you know, but having a nice visit. I've made almost all the rounds by now. I just need to be whisked away by the Tornado and eventually set foot on Faire site. It's all chaos around here friends and neighbors. That quiet sneaky kind of chaos that hangs around the house in its underwear, scratching itself and mumbling about some kind of cheese. But it's the good cheese and you can't get it anymore.

So I suppose when I really know what's going on, or when something remarkable occurs I'll peep in and leave a message. Or you know, maybe we find the cheese. Whatever.