Howdy there again, dA. It's been a while. I fell down the rabbit hole last weekend, and since then I've been off in Wonderland hosting tea parties in a ridiculous top hat, playing badminton, shooting egg rockets high into the sky, singing songs about camels, taking photos of flagpoles, and other such frivolities and fun times.

But now I've woken up back in my own bed again, where I shall remain for the next week. Well, I mean here, not in my actual bed. Though that would be really nice. After this week, I'm off on more adventures, sans internet. Sorry.

On another note: Wow. Wow. Way to go, Panic at the Disco. Thank you so much for deciding to break up right when I've been cut off from the civilized world.

God. I'm so sad about this. It's like Michael Jackson dying all over again. I can't quite believe it. I guess I'll just have to do what I'm doing with Escape the Fate and hang blindly to the foolish hope that they'll have a collective change of heart and get back together again.

Who knows. It might happen.

Yeah. And Kurt Cobain and Michael Jackson might come back to life and have man babies with four heads apiece.