... I continue to exist. Boy, do I have stories. Stories of horror, stories of romance, stories of a new-found addiction to a knock-off Mario Kart. Stories of Christmas, and of Thanksgiving (including the first time in my life that I missed the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade and woke up with a bunch of slipper-wearing strangers). Stories of Cinderella carriages and broken rings and microfilm.
Stories I'll tell you another time.