yeah, yeah

this sucks, he never writes anything, my beer is warm, my crotch itches, and he never writes anything anymore.

yeah well, such is life.
i couldn't write from France and Belgium because we didn't have good internet access.
and you know what, it's hard to find the time.

but anyway, all is well and life is decent.

it snowed today, the first real-ish snow of the season. i don't think it stuck around for more than a minute or two, but these days, who does??