Sherratari

Greetings, comrades. I thought it might be a good idea to let those of you who keep track of me through DA that I am still alive and doing well.  I have one comment for today though: I never want to eat Puppy Chow again for as long as I live. My sorority is having a bake sale today, so yesterday we literally cooked vats of chocolatey items.  For the first hour, it was heaven.  After that, it was torture.  Really, what it did was make me crave meat.  When I say meat, I mean venison.  I can't wait for Thanksgiving and the arrival of real food... Love and peace, Kear.

Greetings citizens. So, this past week has not been all that fun.  Between work, family, and general relations with the rest of the human race, I was about ready to contemplate the advantages and disadvantages of hermithood, suicide, and mass genocide.  Yes, I was in a serious funk, which is unusual for me.  A little sarcastic grumbling= normal for me. Then, I was saved by two supermen.  Namely, Simon and Garfunkel. Soft voices and a soothing single guitar took me away from my troubles. It seemed to reset my fair in that obscure thing which is humanity.  There is goodness as well as bad.  There is joy as well as sorrow.  It's as natural t