barely fucking consciousIf I get really really lucky, I'll be back somewhere civilized (read: with internet access) sometime this weekend.
Right, need to shower and snag something like three hours of sleep before heading out to the hell known as air travel.
Ja, mata ne. Later, peoples. Send me e-mail and I shall be giddy and cheerful when I recieve it. Better yet, send me steamy love letters. Don't ask why, just figure out well you can do purple prose. Heh.
