wassup cleveland.

it's 22:33 and I am so tired i may drop dead and land on a rusty keyboard. i feel like sarah conner... this machine definitely wants me dead.
Times they are a changin friends. we have been working away at building a tropical paradise in a munitions factory somewhere south from which we came.
last night i dreamt of a naked dancer who told me to 'deal with it' then walked away as she morphed into a cat.

CH CH CHANGES are here.