Tron Bon's away message: final final.

He's so clever.

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But anyway, not much has happened last night. Unless you count those 10 hours of sleep and possibly 9 hours of pure perfect happiness in dreamland that I don't remember. It seems to make sense that I would be happy in my dreams though. I never wake up in a cold sweat... or have to change my underwear... so i can only assume that I'm happy.

Shit. Now I forget what I was going to really write about. Ah well.

So where are you people who read about my life? I've only heard from a couple of you. I still would really like you to contact me and say hi.

This is my story.