I am at RUMUN, raiding the resource room with a rowdy riot of RUMUN delegates...namely, the Kakmaster, O-Hak-zee, Billy, and The Emilyist.

Committee (still can't spell it) was carp. Now, though, t'ings are looking up. Way up. No Orphan Sporks, instead we have Deep Trouble...Kak is trying to convince me to stay in NJ for college.

Mindless and babbling now...so will go and giggle profusely.