I'm afraid, faithful readers, that this is going to have to a truly brief update on the ravages of mundanity that I call Life—unfortunately, the only Internet access I have available to me at the moment is at the public library, and some very inconsiderate people had the audacity to be using the computers when I arrived (the noive!).

Rest assured that I have not forgotten about my friends here, but have been rather busy with work (I'm now a manager at Pipeline, the purveyor of foodstuffs where I've now worked two summers in a row) and other pastimes (mainly reading, which is now even more prevalent in my life, Ol' Bessy [my laptop, which I've never named, actually] being out of commission).

As is typical of my summer adventures, I've watched a slew of movies, read even more books, squandered still more money, and kept myself as busy as I can otherwise. Nothing really new to report except that I flirted with cigarettes, but, as is typical of my romantic life, they all had boyfriends; large, burly Cubanos who threatened to give me a fat lip (or perhaps it was lip cancer; my Spanish, she is not so good). [Actually, I had just one: a Djarum Black clove, the brand that Fauntleroy "Alex" Graves smokes in The Conflagration of the Fripperies.]

All right, well, I'm about to be late for a prior engagement; I swear on the moon (just kidding, Juliet!) that I shall be back tomorrow with my standard fare: a generally dull but rollicking entry that shall test not only your intellectual stamina, but also your reading comprehension.

Until next we meet, I bid you all farewell. Au revoir, tout le monde!

p.s. As this was typed in rather a hurry, I didn't have a chance to proofread or revise it; I apologise in advance for any typos or other grammatical errors you may find above. Tomorrow, as the diligent (and rather anal-retentive) copy editor I am, I shall edit this entry accordingly.

[Exit Orpheum.]