Hello, folks. I have nothing new to add, even though it's been nearly three weeks since I've last blogged. I don't know what else to tell you. I decided to return to school in the fall, pending the results of my financial aid plight. Hopefully, someone, somewhere, will send me some green and I'll be able to return to the land of acadamia...and quickly, I hope, because I don't think that I spelled "acadamia" correctly.

I'll be setting off on my first vacation in two years early next month...I'll be flying to the gay old land of San Franciso (super!) to see the sights and visit with some family. All I really want to do is get my picture taken in front of Jack Kerouac street, get a few good scenic shots of the Golden Gate Bridge and maybe jet on over to Lake Tahoe for a day. But all of this means that I must first step foot onto a plane, an actual plane, full of 300 or so actual people, and that terrifies me more than I can describe. Hopefully, Mr. Valium and I will become awfully acquainted during this trip. We'll see how it goes.

I hope to be travelling quite a bit, actually. In March of 2003 (or perhaps as early as October 2002, depending on the health of the person I'm visiting) I'll be setting out on a road trip with my good buddy to the Windy City. My grandfather is not exactly the picture of good health, and I would like to see him one more time before anything drastic occurs. He suffers from Alzheimer's (sp?) and even though I know for a fact he won't remember who I am, I'd still like to see the only link to my past that I actually know anything in depth about. And plus I love road trips...it'll be just like Kerouac and Cassidy (and whoever else would like to go is more than welcome to do so)...

More to come...be good, my friends.