Yay, Victoria?

Nay for the Very Thorough Customs Officer, who neglected to zip the massage chair and my clothes bag back up.

Yay for being able to see the merditha and the goshawk. Nay for their work schedules and being awaaaaaay from computers (my addiction pwns).

And oh, my god, their little fluffy ball of fur turned into a slinky long black cocktail dress thing. Pretteh.

So yeah. No computers on a regular basis until Moday night, I think.