Contrary to all popular opinion, I am not dead. In Internet time, I have withered into an old man. I let a month and a half slip by without updating, and I kept regretting it every day. But at the same time, there was always too much to say - so I'll save more of it for after tomorrow's Oriental Adventures game. And for the meantime, this is more for my benefit than yours. The key phrase here is "skeletal stream of consciousness."

Long story short, left Macalester, went home to Park Falls, went insane, waited around to move into temporary place, moved into place, got family to help me purchase essentials until I got job, got job separating the dumb from the much dumber for Pennsylvania and Kentucky (I grade standardized tests til around noon on Friday, when I will, again, be unemployed), hard drive died, lost 10 gigs of irreplaceable data, source code, music, etc., got sick, went to ER -- went into hospital -- morphine is good, but percocet is better, "I don't believe in demoral, but I believe in morphine," possible Crohn's disease, leave after a week, low-residue diet, grading, angst rising, Cam's campaign finishes, go back to Marshfield last weekend to do small-bowel follow-through, seems normal, no major problems, capsule endoscopy to follow, step off of steroids gradually, eating real food again, get router yesterday, get internet today.

Summer turns me into a hermit. Having a stupid crush turns me into an introvert who no longer wants to go to tea, want to sit in my room, think about work, do nothing, et sick, grow old, die, like a cat, tied to a stick.

I miss everybody. I didn't think I wouldn't want to see people, but I kindof do. Resigned to eternal solitude at hand of cruel fate, crueler life. Eat more vegetables, cut red meat from my diet gradually. Learn to stop smoking. Lose weight - like a cat, tied to a stick.

"Women are poisonous creatures of destructive evil." --- Tess

Monitor resolution is too high --- mental resolution remains constant at CGA.