I seem to be taking a break from posting. I feel like holding everything close. And then there’s that dream of the man in the watch-plaid socks that I just can’t seem to shake, the way he looked at me. So it’s probably a good time to send you off the worship the flying spaghetti monster, a sweet link I copped from styro. I’ll probably be back in a couple of days, though; who else am I going to share my pictures of hungover carnies from last weekend’s church fair with?