I'm not dead yet.

Feeling a bit better.

I'm being finagled into something.

Good luck finding that spelling...

Anyways. Not that it's a bad thing, but I'm not a big traveler, and 20 million hours on a bus is not swell, by myself.

Sheesh.

So yeah, they better really love me before I make the trip, assuming I do. Or else.

I think I'm better, I at least gave myself, something to digest, other than myself.

Which is a plus.

Don't worry, you're getting the raw thoughts, remember? Most of you probably wouldn't even be able to tell in person.

Exciting day, of sorts. I'll post again later, I'm sure.