i am writing a book. That's why I've been quiet. also, the internet is giving me a headache and cuts into my drinking time. i got everything that was purchased for me from my wishlist. you guys are the best. well some of you, anyway. the mailman hates me for getting all these new deliveries 'cause he actually has to knock on my door and give me the box and then we have to pretend we are being nice to each other and I am always hungover and grouchy but then get excited and gay over my delivery.