( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

Edmund, Ole Chap, if you're not terribly busy, why don't you meet me on the roof to spar. That is of course, unless you're afraid of dislocating your shoulder or a hip.

Know what would be pretty cool, if I knew what this week's lottery numbers were. Like if I had an Almanac or something so I could win the lottery and leave my younger self the money. I know I'd appreciate that, but of course I don't remember what this week's lottery numbers are because I don't usually play the lottery so I guess I can't become a millionaire. Guess my younger self will just have to keep busting his ass at the Station and Shelter.

I know we had that party in Canton Hall, but I wasn't that tired that I woke up...not where I'm supposed to be. This isn't my dorm. Heck, this isn't even home.

Anyone seen Andrew?