I have nothing interesting to say.
I may actually uplaod something soon, if I can get it typed. I live in the stone ages where people actually write with pencils on a thing called paper. Yes, paper may kill trees but I can't give it up. Call me obessed, call me an addict, but I love seeing words, sentences, pages written all over in my very distinctive scrawl. It gives me a feeling of satasfaction.
Sigh. That's it. I wish I could say something profound or intelligent. That'd be cool. But I can't. 'Kay then, I won't bore you anymore. Peace out!
-East