Lack of Postage.

Sorry.



I was somewhere else, away from a computer.



You can't always be next to one.



For some reason, at this point, I'm waiting for summer to end. I like the feeling of looking forward to weekends instead of them just being another ordinary part of the week.

The sky's white right now, and it has been for the past couple days. No clouds, white. highfog.

My plans on recording before school starts might be dashed. 3 months and 6 days since I last recorded. I can't take much more waiting. I'm serious.

Well all's not well, but I'm told that it'll all be quite nice
They'll drown you in boots like Mafia
But your feet will still float like Christ
And I'll be damned.
They were right.
I'm floating upside down
My feet afloat like Christ.
~-~