The house is full of people, about forty friends of my mother's. She's raising money for a mission (that's mision as in missionary, not some sort of futuristic space thing) to Paraguay. So naturally I'm hiding upstairs again. Fun-oh.

One of the only things I am at all proud of about myself is my singing voice. I am very probably horribly mistaken, but I actually think I'm rather a good singer. I was once even complimented on my voice by the legendary E (recently fallen from grace, but on his way back up, it seems, now things are worked out between J and I (That's I the pronoun not a new character)). So I do tend to sing along to things rather loudly, with the window open, with some hope of attention. I don't know why, I'd be horrendously embarassed if anyone actually came up and said anything.

I'm a little peeved now. After twenty four hours of grinning to myself, J finally came online, having kept me waiting, desparately, to tell him everything even vaguely interesting I could think of about my life, and he was accompanied by O, a friend. The frined, actually, who originally provided a connection. So hurrah for O! Still means I can't talk to J though. Darn. Still, I've plenty of time.