In case you are wondering that is not me who is writing poetry. It is Sabo, and I'm wondering if we should include her name in the title...but that's looking pretty complicated right now so.

I've been feeling pretty lackluster nowadays, which explains my lack of contribution also, in case you were wondering. Not much going on in P-ville either. It seems that we are all planning on getting as far away as possible this summer, namely New Zealand, where a nice young man has agreed to let us sleep in a tent in his backyard. It just doesn't get any better.

I considered making new years resolutions but soon lost motivation.

grrr winter you suck

By the way... this is a picture of what happens when you carry too many heavy objects. Consider yourself warned