So even though Dave and I fucked up and didn't get in touch with Liz to hang out with us this day, she so kindly set up a wonderful evening with fire spinners and a beach, with a big moon, and occasionaly wetting showers. It was a shit ton of fun, and I ended up talking to a sexy French astronomer for an hour. NICE.
Basically absent-minded professor meets disillusioned traveler. I walk around each day with my head well into the white clouds of pointlessness, where mists of innocent answers lead to a downpour of angry grey questionable quests. This along with a demand that the people of this world stop taking themselves seriously, you'll rarely see me without a grin from ear to ear.
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