People actually read this! I'm so relieved. I've laboured repeatedly that I don't blog for the readership, and I'm sure you're sick of the phrase, but it's nice to know that someone else knows it's out there. And now I promise never to talk about wanting people to read this ever again. The end.
Whelp, the last two crazy holiday weeks have been to muchos for words, so basically, I got excited about tiles, becuase they are made by robots, skived off with a guy called Happy Henry ( who introduced me to action turnip and robot unicorn attack - google them) whilst other smarter, and in many cases more autistic people designed, built and programmed robots for us, which mostly failed, except one that did so well that it just killed that atmosphere. I didn't make that one.
Then, I went to WEC, which was nang, and I'm glad I went there instead of Audacious, because God put it majory on my heart to support and encourage my friend who also went, as well as teaching me just how nang prayer is. Different camps, same God. BAM! Aussi, the village quiet times (because we're not too cool to call them what we all know they will always be), consisted mostly of jokes about me and women. My birthday also occured, I got monies, with which I will buy a Fez, a Kazoo, and maybe a Ukalalie, depending on how causually you can learn and play them. Then I will have everything I need to live my dream of becoming a homeless and talentless busker. Nobody can dislike a guy with a Ukalalie.
Whelp, I'm off (without actually moving) to find out about Ukalalies. Ta ta for the momento, may the wind remain ever your faithful compainion.
Dave.
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