Diagnosis: You're In Mombasa, And It's December

[bloodyrosemccoy]

Don't worry, don't worry, I still haven't gotten eaten by a lion or a grue or an elephant. But the Saga Of Where The Hell I've Been For The Last Few Months* shall have to go on the back burner for a little while, on account of having to write forty pages of scholarly substance by Friday, as well as the uncomfortable sense that somebody has curried my eyeballs--which is making me rather nervous, since the last time I felt that way IT DID NOT TURN OUT WELL.** So! Your forecast week is Partly Commenty With A Slight Chance Of Entries.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled websurf.


*Up next: How our Academic Director turned out to be a LYING BASTARD, and why that made us love him all the more. Also, monkeys! And vegetable soup! And lions! Tune in!

**A joke that does work here: "Good lord, it's so hot I can't even tell if I'm running up a fever!"