Stop the presses!
I'm not, in fact, dead. Just sort of an insomniac. Or is it nocturnal? Anyway, things are good. Have a job, have a long summer of work and saving stretching on in front of me. A friend told me the other day -- after we visitied the local fair, but before i took him to a quiet place where he could scream until his lungs popped for all anyone cared -- that this summer was going to be "something". Just feeling, he said. Good or bad he wasn't sure, but he knew it'd be interesting.
Hopefully it lives up to that.
I'll check in later, I'm in the middle of a scene.