Ah, days, days. Well. Hmmm. Nothing to report in fact in fact. Netful dalliance potentially. It's a very nice broad, funny etc. My day-to-day life is replete with awful social interactions, mainly at dinner times, which have almost entirely ceased to bother me. Not that i've given up hope or nuffin, just that i've gone past the stage of being disappointedly surprised. tis de rigueur. Also replete with shyly flirtations with flirtations working, like old gravity, over a large distance, on account of my praeternatural goodlookingness. So I guess the plan - such as it is - in this patriarchical society, is that it falls to me to try and initiate something w Ihre Durchlaucht (god, that's quite a clever pun), puzzle sweat and puke in anxiety thereover, succeed offchancedly, and live foreoverafterinagloriousundifferentiatedglow.