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I guess a real week-in-New-England update can wait until I have pictures to post. for now, suffice it to say that I have the best fucking halfway-across-the-country friends a bitch could ever have, and I am reasonably sure they are made of magic.

and what's really nuts is that after that week I feel absolutely insanely nineteen hundred thousand percent better about every iota of SHIT that is going on in my life. and I think it's pretty hilarious.

my cat Bucket did not recognize me when I got home. and then Charlie gave me the hero's welcome of massive vomiting outside my bedroom door.

I'm too tired to be interesting at the moment. and I'm pissy about how much catching up I have to do on all the retarded sites of which I am a member. hella wicked retahded, even. so I will write later sometime and you will be awed by my adventures and witty commentary on said adventures. set your features to stunned.

but not yet.



ok.. nnn... nnn.. NOW.