It seems like so long since I was last grounded from the computer, and slipped into obscurity for a weekened. I hardly amount to they cared. I absolutley hate Saint Lucia now, it seems horribly hot and it doesn't reach my dreams. This entry was going to be fun, but it has turned quite neroutic.
I am running away now. See that my callbacks, they are in a few days, but I am heading off to New York Now. I'm leaving this beachy island, [of course], and travelling to the urban outsets of New York, New York. No one can change my mind. I am leaving. Pat said he'd go with me. I'm serious about this, all of you. I'm going off.