In response to Jaclyn, Kelly R. is twenty-one years old and I work with her at the pet store.

Also, my closet is where I sleep. I know this does not necessarily preclude it from also being a trap of some kind, but my history with that sort of thing is not good. Ask my mother; she still has pictures of the time I was trying to catch a pigeon with some string, a stick, and a cardboard box. It took me three hours to chew my way out from under that box. I was the laughingstock of the local birds and aviary circles for years.

Years.

I have returned the game that Kelly R. lent me. Farewell, Kindom Hearts. I'm sorry, but your loveable cast of Disney and Square characters are going to have your hearts stolen by the evil shadow minions known as The Heartless (after which I presume they'll change their name to something like "The Got Yer Heart Interpretive Dance Troupe.)

So my nights are still late but mostly due to comic books. Mostly.

I also picked up the new Imogen Heap album. Me and the former Heartless are going to choreograph the entire album. This way, everybody wins. If all goes well, we could be opening up for Celine Dion's "A New Day" show in Las Vegas.

Cross your darkness-twisted cheliped-like appendages that serve as fingers!