Gloomy.

That's what life without internet access is like. I feel like I've lost one of my five senses. My fleeting moments of internet time are spent trying to figure out what the hell is going on -- reading other people's blogs, deleting spam, checking monstrous amounts of email, etc.

And it's not my fault. It's the fault of my lunatic roommate. More on him after I move out.

Help me, someone.

Help.

[Salto may be back up on Thursday. I'm doing my goddamned best here, people. Do me a favor and use this page to click your favorite links on the right. It'll get me some reciprocal links and expand my power.]