When last we left the intrepid Miles and his friends Zilong, SPike and Harm they were off doing some stuff...

And then my computer broke. Repeatedly. It's still not quite 100% fixed either, but almost. Just need a video card, and a replacement mouse. (My father needed my mouse more than I, it seems.)

And this desert, it saps my will to write much, it seems. I mean, I went from one DAY per every other day, to like, one a month, if we were lucky?

And so I started writing again, the old fashioned way, on paper. At work. When I was supposed to be doing other stuff. Just to see if I still could.

But I finished it!

It's not long, something like ten pages hand written on a yellow notebook thingie. But my boss, having discovered it, instead of chewing me out for wasting time, wanted me to finish it so he could see what happened. So I did. And I'll actually post it up if I ever bring it home and unlazy myself enough to put it in digital format.

And no, it's not about Zilong, Harm, Jessica or Spike. Or the DehydraToad. Think of it as another side story. Just a little something to kill a few minutes. Yet another someone living inside the depths of my caffeine addled mind. Say hello to my little friend, the world is getting ugly, and we did it again. Or something.

Anyway, pretty much all the remnants of whatever story I HAD been working on on my previous computer, they're gone. Gone gone gone. I'm gona have to go back and reread ZtZ myself anyway, if I'm ever going to bring him back from the grave (lame pun intended), I mean, considering it's been SIX MONTHS since I've been on here and all. It's now 4am, and I should have been sleeping long ago, probably.