Yesterday

Today

R.I.P.

I'll be taking a bit of a rest, before I begin to haunt you again. Seems like there's a waiting list for wings. I suppose when I bit that idiot with the harp I got bumped down the list. Christ, don't things ever change? Well, the bowels are at least not a worry anymore.

You can write to me, if you must, at lancelot@datalounge.com