If one were to judge by the content of the flurry of e-mails sent out today, then it would be safe to say that Fluffy's having a bit of a nervous breakdown ... mind you, the pulsing vein thing on the side of his heed is a dead give away for starters

As it is, i'm pretty much past caring

Be-cause : i've been hitting it off recently with some pretty groovy people who could, quite possibly and realisticaly, be lending me a helping hand in getting out of this hell hole ...

Most notably, a pretty hot looking headhuntress, who i'll be sending a mail to in the next few minutes and the France/Brazil football be damned ;@)