well all right then.

I'm home from the up-north weekend vacation with about six mosquito (or maybe black fly?) bites on my right hand, two blisters on the toes of my left foot, 387 photos of trees, water, and rocks (and occasionally me and/or Iulia) in various combinations, and one missed call from a guy I went on a single mediocre date with in May who I was really hoping had realized I'm not interested sometime in the past several weeks of my not answering his texts or e-mails (including the e-mail that said I should just let him know when/if I wanted to be in touch again). Suggestions on what to do with any of the above are welcome.

Also, I had nearly forgotten that I am writing Due South fic while I was gone, and ... here it still is, waiting for me. To say nothing of my Remix story, OH GOD.