My email is fully functional once more.

Write me! Write me! At connor@afterdusk.org

~ Connor, the Banal Poet

Some of you have made the unfortunate (as you will see) suggestion of suggesting various alternate approaches to Urbàntasm. In the last year, people have suggested alternate-universe fics, T-shirts, movies, soundtracks, and yes, role-playing games. All of which are very flattering, but paramountly, unfeasible.

Evidently my email is down and has been for the last several days, meaning… I haven’t gotten any emails you’ve sent in that time, and probably wont!

Until this problem is fixed, please write me at vehiclecitykid@hotmail.ccom

That is all!

Okay.

So I did already write tonight, rally and really and truly, but I’ve got a small bout of insomnia right now, doubtless resulting from too much caffeine earlier on, and various alarms going off in various peoples’ rooms.

It’s the accompanying nostalgia that has me down here.

In addition to the Urbàntasm and Euphemism websites, I’ve added several more today.

I added a website for Elysian Theatre, a theater group I started in High School, and participated in from 9th to 11th grade. Paul, who is still one of my best friends, was heavily involved, so you might want to check it out.

As you know, I called in sick on Friday.

This weekend wasn’t really defined, but it all blended together. I slept for odd increments of time, typed in Jessica’s room, and we read Dragonlance together, whether the sun was up or down.

I’ve just put up a website for my next major writing project: Euphemism.

I hope you enjoy it!

Any questions, please let me know.

Just as the DP is coming under fire once again.

We’re becoming that “Mary, Queen of Scots” state of the midwest.

Still, I’m proud that Michigan abolished its Death Penalty.

I hope it stays that way.

No Death Penalty and Aluminum Can Recycling: MI’s contribution to a better world.

As suggested by Meridith Halsey.

I love my apartment.

I love my neighborhood of McKinley Park.

It’s right next to bustling, brawling, Bridgeport, all Irish and Italian and Mexican and Chinese. Bridgeport with shuttered Halstead storefronts that frown east and west with a stiff upper lip, saying, “What, what of it?”

I feel like I’m back in 11th grade skipping school.

I decided to call in sick today.

Well, I am sick… I have a runny nose and it’s making my throat raw and sore.

As always when I do this, I get a bit of an upset stomach; from the lost money, mainly, also from anxiety that my coworkers will be irritated and whatnot, but things are so filled.