Edge of the Beach Wednesday Evening

Nate was perched on the beach, legs crossed, his focus-- as always, these days-- on the various bits and bobs of electronics he'd set up. His laptop being first of all, of course. His progress was picking up, lately... It made him believe more firmly in the idea that he wasn't going to fail on this one. A productive day; he gathered up his sensors from amidst the darting giraffes, paying them little attention. Soon, only the laptop was left-- and Nate, standing firmly in the sand, regarding the... read more

First off, I'm not making any apologies for radio last week, but I do need to return this sombrero to this squirrel and he needs to be telling me what that hat was doing in my hotel room. No, no. Not here. Later. Also, I'm seventeen now. Yes. All presents can be delivered to room 512, care of Brooke. School, which is back now. Yay. Really Public Speaking talked like they know things, which will actually be useful in real life. And they demonstrated by trying to explain the last few days...