Well, nothing really happened today. My whole neighborhood exploded. Everyone died :( . But not me of course, I knew we were gonna 'splode so I went to Anchorage for the weekend. But them some fat guy named Molly stole my money. So I'm here in a Super Motel 8, in some old rocah-infested room, in Anchorage, writing to you. In any case, this never actually happened, but I just thought I'd share this almost-happened experience with you.