Ok. Leslie's back in Jacksonville, I'm back in my own little hovel, and all is well. I guess stuffing 3 and a half people into my single passenger cave wasn't quite abrupt enough, so Leslie came to visit for a few days when Tynin & co. arrived, bringing the total mammal count to 5. Good times! Good times. A swell time was had by all, but the swelling went down, and life's back to normal.

Heh, he said "normal" ... heh.

Tynin and Lilith hung sheets from the ceiling to make their own little space, and if the cat can be convinced that the sheets are not emissaries of the DEVIL!! and must therefore be destroyed, their privacy will be assured.

Tomorrow, I'm scheduled to attempt the resurrection of a pickup truck that Tynin tried to burn. Should be fun. Note to self: Get good and high before the excavation of the charred innards.

In other news, that bitch of a muse has started pestering me again, so there may be another story in the works. It's a pretty fucked-up creation myth, involving a naive God, an innocent Satan, and a simple misunderstanding resulting in their mutual destruction and bringing about the world as we know it. It could be pretty cool if I don't fuck it up too badly.