fuck. my internets are broken. not for too long, I hope. but yeah, it's not like there was a lot of updating anyway, but still. maybe fixing it will motivate me to actually type all the crazy handwritten adventures of the past week or so.
since my ethereal written presence won't be (as) available (as usual), if you need me: call 839 1769 or IM a busy sea, since that goes to my phone.