I'm back from Vancouver v.2.0, and it was pretty damn good. Much swimming, many burgers, a great deal of wandering about and doing nothing, video games, a small amount of porn, and I got to meet Macavity in person, finally. Other than a questionable amount of eye-makeup and some strange dance habits, altogether not dissapointing, that one. I was even at Metrotown waiting for my movie to start, and decided to stop in on Karen. I don't know why. Something about the ones that get away, and maybe there's just a touch of stalker ex-boyfriend in me (although not much, apparently). The look on her face was just short of priceless. Actually, that's a lie, but I was satisfied anyways.

I'm back in Calgary, and continuing to couch-surf until my quickly (frighteningly quickly) approaching ship date, staying mostly with Lance and Anita. It's crowded in their basement, what with the three of us *and* Lance's brother Tyler down here, but meh. I am, naturally, nervous. I'm trying not to dwell on it, though. Moving on.

I can't put together enough Shadowrun to satisfy me (three runs until the end of the world. We can pull off three runs, come on, people), and that's pissing me off a little. Also, I always kinda hoped that people would be a little less indifferent to never seeing me again. The eternal debate: I Am An Island/No Man Is An Island. I wonder if I'm just being insecure.

And that's about all that's going on right now.