From olsen

aww that's sad!  I think I'm just keeping up the nano tradition just so I don't crap out in the future.  Perfect run is a perfect run, you know?

From aya

Noctua has the demeanor of a gentleman of days gone by.

Drunk, heartbroken, and emotionally vulnerable, I came to him for comfort and support. I cried on his shoulder, puked on his shoes and solicited him for sex.

He offered me tissue, wiped off his shoes and hailed me a cab, offering his jacket to keep me warm.

Our paths only crossed that once...perhaps I'll tack on a happy ending to that story, sell a screenplay of it to Hollywood, and pretend that it's all fiction. wink