All night, you say! A good portion of tomorrow! B- but, what is my time on this "COMPUTER" if not a manic cycle between Island chat spaces, Mahjong, statistics in R, typesetting in LaTeX, and noodling in Photoshop, ever ALT+TABing my way through my running processes? I am aught but a wilting flower without the wit of my fellow Islanders to keep me bright-eyed and hale!

So really, what this all means is that I have to...

...

...

..be productive tonight?

NOOOOOOOOOOOOo...

*sets up a tent next to Zolo*

If she's camping here than I am too. I don't know what to do now! I wish for a bonfire and marshmallows. Oh wait, that's right, I *can't*. The game is down.

*runs away sobbing*

Hi Z, Jade. Mind if I camp here too?

Well, this puts an annoying snag in my plans, but I guess it will worth it to have a page load in under thirty seconds. So...tomorrow, then! The return (I hope) of a certain someone!

*runs into Z's tent screaming*

I think I saw a ghost out there!!!

*indignantly* I'm not a ghost, I'm...

Huh. Actually, I don't know what I am.

*huddles closer to Z*

It's TALKING to us.

Posts a guard outside Z's tent.

FINE! I know when I'm not wanted. But that knowledge doesn't change my behavior in any way. I'm going to stay right here!

*tugs on Tor's coattails and drags him into Z's tent*

Whatever it is, he sounds grumpy!

#1: Ahah, leedle missy, donnae be affraid of zeese spectre. I cann tell youse, back in zee olde days, zeese werre verre common, yeesyees.

Hellograffics or whatsdeycalldzeese. HA.

*hugs Sicpuess #1*

Why do you smell like tuna?

I think maybe Titus is channelling the Old Man

Dammit, I'm not old!

But you're still cranky .

*grumbles* And I have no help where that's concerned, I'm sure.

We try, it just doesn't work on you.

Oh, I have a tent now? I was fully prepared to simply camp, Old Style -- nothing more than a nubby bit of flint and my own cunning to fend off ravening bears and harvest the choicest bits of lichen from trees. GOODNESS. I hope someone else set said tent up, I am miserable with the telescoping fiberglass bits.

Fine. I set the tent up. I am quite adept at interlocking said fiberglass bits in a minimum amount of time. Even in the rain. We're good. Tent is up.

My solemnest applause for your efforts.

By crikey, there's people alive out here.

Just so we start this online relationship with you all feeling jealous, I've been fast asleep on the sofa. I now have a headache. Right about here. Says he, jabbing his thumb into his forehead.