A Very Early Morning for Saying "What the Fuck Just Happened?"

In the 12 years since the Change, I have seen some very strange shit. In the 10 years that I have been a diplomat, I've spoken to some very strange beings. In the 57 years I've lived on this planet, I've done some very strange things and seen even more done by others.

But over the last 6 hours, I have been subjected to full tilt crazyass strangeness of a near head exploding level. I am told by the Wizard who used to be a cranky ass and deliberately shit stirring, yet brilliant, science fiction (among other genres) writer, that we (myself, Miss Wei and Mr. Livingstone) did "a hell of a good job". However, if you asked any of the three of us what the hell we did, we couldn't say. I mean, I'm the guy who once brokered a peace agreement between a tribe of Weerloos and a hive of 2.5 million Jewel Bees, but I'm fucked if I know what we hammered out last night.

And even if I knew exactly what we did, I couldn't tell you. Silence Bond and all that.

Anyway, my head and throat hurt and I'm going to get some rest before getting up for a 9 course breakfast and a Wizard Portal home.

More bloggage later.