In related news, French-speakers pronounce my name adorably. "Maz Tre'-blueh", only with pure French swankiness crammed into every sylable. One could consider it a reward for doing something bold and unusually effective in-game. It was worth suffering the horrendous cross-continental lag. C'mon, west coast Americans, Canadians, and Aussies: get a PS3 and Orange Box so we can cartoonishly shoot each other with minimal lag. At this point, I've spent more time on European servers than anything else, listening to things such as British-accented young men team-speaking into their Eye-Toy, a device whose microphone is mediocre when well-placed.
That's all well and superflous. Damn it, I'm lonely, okay? In addition, my sleep schedule is whacked out, I'm not doing much, and I made cookies. Yup. Cookies. Wish I had somebody around to offer them to.
I've got five people to pick up from the air port, all coming in at different times, but I don't know any of those times. If you're one of those people, I'm expecting an email, comment, phone call, instant message, or something telling me when, and soon as you can, 'kay? Please don't wait for the day before or something, because that's playing with fire.