Today is Backstory's six month anniversary. And, in typical, restless gage fashion, I've futzed around with a minor redesign to herald the event. Whoohoo.

Cara emailed over the weekend. Said she was ready for me to resume hosting as of Monday. Never did get the full details on her conversation with Tony, though Cara did mention they'd spoken. Interesting bit of foreshadowing in my last entry, too; it seems that Tony and cohorts have staged a boycott of the chat area. You know, whatever. Just made my job easier.

Very tired lately. Spoke with Therapy Dude about that when I saw him last week. He asked if I'm sick often, if any of my relatives are sickly. I had to reply in the affirmative. I also mentioned that my hair is going (prematurely and quickly) grey, as well as the trend of ovarian and intra-uterine cancers on Mum's side of the family. Of course, he went hyper on me, firmly suggesting (read: demanding) that I go see some wildly expensive endocrinologist. Geez, buddy, YOU were the one that asked.

So, unprecendented, I'm heading to bed early. Goodnight, you little miscreants and minxes. Maybe a story next time, eh?