Pithy title to be later determined.

And by that, I mean never. So I'm in Maine now, living with the folks in their new house. I really like it here, for all that it's somewhat temporary. As soon as I can, I shall head back to California, though I don't really want to. I never particularly wanted to go there in the first place, but God says jump... I know I have to return to Redding in the near future, and I'm hoping they'll accept me into their school next year. But who knows...

I really do like Maine though. Of course, I'm not buried under a ton of snow yet, so we'll see how I feel in a month. There's pretty much a forest behind my house, which is so cool. This whole area reminds me a lot of Calvin and Hobbes. I finally found a good use for my knife too; I've been carving myself a walking stick. I've one a good 6, 6 and half feet tall. I've mostly scraped all the birch bark off of it, then I shall do some sanding on it. I might even figure out how to put some lacker on it, or some sort of protective coating. It's terribly satisfying to make.