The crowd had spoken. They chose David to write their damn newsletter. I wasn't even there to stake my claim or to defend my position. So, sadly, I've given up my newsletter for the stalls. This is an online newsletter, now.
You all remember David, right? After his year of momentary insanity, he has moved back in the room next door to me. Unfortunately, he no longer blares his Metallica "Master of Puppets," and he is usually gone getting ringworms from cats.
The floor this year is cool. Will is still weird, but there is nothing that can be done about that. Some people on the floor actually think that they can meet new people by keeping their doors shut. They can't.
Well, I guess that is all I need to talk about, now. Soon, I'll find something more important to say.
Derrick
