I'm alive, I swear.

Really. I am. Just, 37 hours of work in five days, actual physical hard work, tends to wear a person out. Most nights I come home, eat and go to bed. Of course, 24 of those hours were spent at the House of Fucking Rocks (which I will explain in greater detail tomorrow) which I hate and never want to see again (but most likely will).

Tomorrow I will attempt to get to the coffee shop so that I can post and catch up on rp things. One day soon I will have net and laptop back.

One day.

*dances around*

I have Flyboy back. No more sharing Savitar with Di, because I have my own pretty boy back now. *pets him and hugs him*

Now, to get all the Vista crap off of him and all of my stuff transfered from Cloneboy back onto him.