I miss the desert. Especially at night when the train would pass through the vast expanse of my domain, it's sound echoing across endless cold dunes. Behind sand blurred windows families slept in their cars oblivious to the tempest a palms breadth from the glass, watching. On occasion someone would rouse from their slumber just long enough to ( Read more... )

Things seem to be much better now. It is so difficult to type when one must rely on ants, or more accurately, anxels. The troops have been reigned in now and are working quite diligently.

mmmmmmmmmmmmm, eh is dis wurkn _=!kf@