This is an update. Mostly for Stef's sake. Demanding whore. The summer is nearly half over already, and I have barely gotten a tan. It's almost as though all of the time I was supposed to take advantage of is locked away in a box under my bed, along with stuffed animals and old photos. Nothing is sacred anymore. Things have slipped off into another dimension, and I don't quite know if I want to be saved. It's like a part of me is floating outside of my life, laughing at all of the things I am doing wrong, and learning from the things I do right. Discovering the effect (and backlash) of my newfangled outlook. I guess you could say I'm 'finding myself'. I don't know how accurate that is. But whatever helps me sleep at night, eh? The actual answer to that is Tylenol PM. So, in celebrating the spirit of my topsy-turvy upside-down and backwards present life, I will leave you all with this: Take from it what you will. .Map