I've finally figured out why Outlook was eating all my read messages (and don't I feel a right idiot), so now I can actually start answering them.

Never too late, I guess.

Amusing things found while cleaning out my room:
- All my old letters from penpals. I now have the burning urge to write some letters. Is 22 too old for a penpal? Is it even possible to correspond meaningfully on paper in this age of E-everything?
- Huge pile of old old old posters. Jonathan Brandis. Eddie Furlong looking like a pouty young James Dean. Dean bloody Cain. And a lovely collection of Paul Mercurio. Not sure what I'm going to do with them all. Considering sending them out to worthy homes. Anyone want some mid-90s pretty?
- All my old school work. Including the stuff no one else ever had to see. I can really be a facetious, catty bitch when I think no one's watching, y'know.