this is the part where I return from the dead.
What does one do when you are sick in bed and unable to sleep?
You get that weird emotion called nostalgia and you miss the good old days and wonderful people on a place called bzp.
I offer free hugs at the moment and high fives from all. No need to talk about my life. Its a droll subject. What of you all?
Perhaps this will be more than a midnight fling we shall see.