fshock journal

I went to Orlando, Florida. See?

There. No need for a detailed day-by-day description of my trip to the various parks which are now giving me nightmares.

By the last half hour of the drive home at 1am last night, I felt like the Black Freighter guy:

I hope you enjoyed then eventually grew tired of Robolade 3000’s tweets. Not sure what I’ll do with him. Maybe turn him off, or set him to “low tweet” mode, or something. There are only so many times he can talk about the same thing with different adjectives before it gets old.

Oh, I’m throwing a big party tomorrow. Shit.