I continue to exist, much to the shagrin of my enemies.  And that's the best part.  Enough, for now--I have better things to do.  It's almost time for Kevin to arrive back, and I'd like to have dinner ready for the tired boy.  And I do have a feeling Mir is due for a visit.  Now that's a fine feeling.  That is all.

I smoke nothing but the finest pipeweed from the South Farthing. It makes spending time with these inbred midgets all worthwhile. And who needs a palantir when you've got a nice supply of Old Toby and datalounge to catch up on. Good day to you all.

One month until I get my makeover. I can hardly wait!

How I do miss hair care products!

I smoke to forget the knots in my hair. ~lights up~ That's better.