Had the loveliest dreams, unbelievably banal, unbelievably lovely, didn't want to get out of bed. Could use a hug, a real one.

Caffing up in preparation for endless questions about printers & the like, should be amusing.

Lurker, griefer, funny stuff.

Feeling increasingly fearless, what's the worst that could happen? Fact is, it already did, everything else is gravy. Care to dance?