I am typing with bright blue fingernails. I have spent the past sixteen hours in a tightly packed minivan listening to the first five tapes of the forst Harry Potter book, among other things. There is roughly half a pound of wax on my braces, I am mildly sun-scorched, every piece of clothing I own has sand or seaweed in it--and I am feeling very contented and relaxed. Life doesn't get much better than this.
That said, I missed ya'll--I'm going to have to catch up on what's been going on here on the board and elsewhere--Slack, it seems, has done some updating. Lita needs a fresh copy of the Wayne fic. People said nice things about the latest chapter. Someone's looking for fellow artists--I remembered exactly who up until about thirty seconds ago. My short-term memory isn't quite back from vacation yet.
Mom is booting me off the computer--she wants to load the vacation pictures off her camera. I'm back--hello ya'll! More tomorrow!