Dear Diary,
Maxy's garn! Garn! Gaaaaarrrrrnnn!! I don't know what happened?! Well, I do, but I can n'er speak of it here, so sensitive an issue it be. I am fckued. Wasted. Gone. Fucked. Seriously (Within reason - Know Thyself, Solon of Athens) I decided against "overdoing it" and am mighty glad I didn't injest too much ... poison booze. Aye. This is an experimental afternoon. The last time I did anything like this I ended up losing my keys and snogging a guy! Celebration times.
I just met up with the Wolfairy who is excited about joining our University. She's On the Flex. No problems: only solutions.
Maximus.
