So. Been in EC almost three weeks now and have only felt depressed about it once. Friends, it is lovely to see you. Enemies, I look forward to making you.

Loverly Saver's haul this fine afternoon. I bought my mother a very southwestern belt, with horses burned into the leather, you know the kind. The piece d' resistance is the name PEGGY right in the middle. Best part, though: it's upgradable. It's equipped for a buckle, so all I need now is a confederate flag one and we'll both be the talk of the town: her, for her innate fashion sense, and me, for my hatred of diversity.

I also got a trucker's hat. The gays I was with poo-pooed it but I'm going to make a patch that says "FUK YALL" and attach it. This will most likely happen at Craft Night 2: The Bitch Is Back, and the sleeping cap I made at the first craft night is now a thing of legend.

Oh, totally hardcore gonna play Rugby this summer. Babygirl Mary came back an alchie rugger, and we both want to beat the crap out of each other-but in a friendly, competitive way. She tells me over her boyfriend she met through similar on-field floggings, which to me is the beggining of something beatiful. I think we should all have hunky virgins to miss when we're home for the summer.