Travel and crap.

Okay, so to like, totally well, apologize to my folks and grandfolks because I missed my own freaking college graduation... the valley fever thing didn't fly with my dad. He's like "Kyle, you can't get sick, what the hell? and eh, they know about the X-Men and all, so I'm just gonna have a quiet talk with them about what the hell happened and leave out all the really bad parts. Most of the really bad parts anyway. (Kidnapping trophy, they're used to my life being freaky.) They know not to say anything.

Me and Dori are gonna go on a short vacay to like, deal with that and all. So leaving today for Montana for like 5 days, Cali for like 7, and then back home.

We'll call from the airport when we check in, and when we land and from layovers and like, check in at least twice a day by phone with somebody. Just cause I know otherwise my phone'll ring off the hook.

Mads - totes got a box of mango donuts for the flight, btw, on your advice. Your advice = winning.