Argh

I am a twisted vortex or writhing and twisted confusion. Luckily those two twisted cancel out and I remain straight, but still somewhat confused. Perhaps it's because I got dragged (yes, dragged) to Denny's the other night by Ben and Tim where I ordered the worst pancakes ever to be invented by man or woman. Damn you Denny's. The reason I'm confused is readily apparent to anybody who knows me or has read this blog before. But I'm not talking about that because the consensus is that I coul be digging my own single grave with that one.

Argh.

Big ups to Sarah who scanned in a sketch of my WWII prisoner. This means heaps and am thus happy.

Also, big ups for Ben who has initiated a history game on his blog. It is good. Luckily Ben has kept his sanity and apparently has an extension.

Argh.