I'm sorry I've been MIA. I'm also sorry I'm not M.I.A., the artist. Although I can drop a mean beat from time to time. Remember my Santa Barbara rap? Mitch actually put it down to a beat and recorded it. It's pretty funny. Someday, I'll figure out how to post it here, and everyone can marvel at his late-night, I'm-bored-and-got-nothing-else-to-do talent.
So. Life and stuff. It's been pretty good. Pretty great. Slept under the stars on a grassy knoll last night. Gee was on the outside and was afraid he would roll down. But he didn't. And none of us got eaten by a bear. Although maybe I was the only one who was afraid of that.
After everyone was asleep, I saw two shooting stars and realized that I didn't feel the need to wish for anything. I cried a few despondent tears, cried quite a few more happy tears and counted my blessings, lost count at 859309 and fell asleep.