Also, in preparation for Indal's return, we have constructed a fountain in the kitchen!

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... or at least, I'll be back in less than 2 weeks, and it'll rock.

Then general said we could leave on the 13th as requested.

We were told this the 16th.

Batallion took it upon themselves to hold our request for an extra two weeks and basically shove it up their asses a few times.

So now we're waiting on a plane. God knows when that will be.

... and I know I said afford for textbooks, I'm just too mad to find tyhe backspacw... DAMNIT!

As an avid fan... Damnit, here's the deal, adultswim is doing this contest, where the winner gets to control adultswim for a night, and I figured out that since the average adultswim viewer will say "Hey, I wanna do that!" The average adultswim viewer will also do exactly the opposite and go to bed at about 4 AM. So long story sort of short, I want to win the damn contest and the back of my left leg kinda itches.

Sit children and I shall tell you a tale, a tale of the continued misfortune of Festus. One warm day in very late December, Festus was enjoying the 60+ degree weather so he decided to lower his car windows, once his venture into the warm winterland paradise was complete he decided to return the windows to their upright and locked position, only to realize that one would not close, the naughty back passenger window held its ground long into the night, giving up, Festus returned to WoW after shrouding the naked window in a trash bag.

Not long after Festus awoke on New Year's Day to the sound of joyous rain, freezing on contact with his window, after preparing for work our brave hero exited his castle, quickly slipping and falling on his ass as soon as he exited the door, recovering from this harmless yet embarrassing confrontation with the sidewalk he came upon his vehicle, noticing the quarter inch think shield of ice encrusting the poor creature, not to mention the now torn trash bag which allowed visage inside, to the lager of ice now covering the backseat. As Festus de-icified his ride, he completed the windshield and side windows, moving on to the back window, while leaning over the trunk he heard the faint sound of scraping over that of his own tool, then a slight pressure on the back of his legs, followed shortly by the sharp pain of a side mirror embracing his spine as a rogue vehicle sandwiched him between it and his own. The driver of the other machine's only response was "Dude, that looked like it hurt."

Festus continued to work that day, slightly stiff and sore, near the end of work he began to notice sharp pains in his stomach, thinking these pains were nothing more than repercussion from his prior encounter he passed them off. Later that night however, Festus was revisited by these sharp pains, and somewhere between Ghost in the Shell and Cowboy Bebop his digestive system decided it had been quiet long enough, once every half hour or so for ten hours. Then Festus slept, a lot, and woke up now.

Teh End...