Holding Hands and Throwing Rocks

Last night we had our first Craft Center Prom. The dancing was fantastic, the Hunch Punch was superb, and I'm sure everyone had a great time. Too bad no one remembers any of it. It's always a shame when the hangovers last longer than the memories.

I've had quite a lot to say lately, but I still haven't gotten the part where I say it. All in good time, or maybe when they turn on my internet and I can stop posting from the student lounge where every few seconds someone comes by and asks if I'm almost done.

Anyway, here's hopes Adam's trip to Gulfport is speedy, and safe.