Ass? Hole in the ground? Who knows?

So I'm back - apparently. I was riding a horse in Mongolia for a month, of which I was the owner, and then I was pulled out of my nomad environment, where we ate the intestines of freshly killed goats and added solid cream to our yogourt and drank vodka in the morning, and I was calluosly transported back to Canada, where I now reside. Yank and I haven't seen each other in a couple of years, but he's here, and we are weezing internet from the U of G library, wondering how we got this age and where all our friends went. The stomach cramps have stopped, and now the only mongolian souvenirs I have are ones I paid for and voluntarily brought/snuck back here. Apparently I'm supposed to find a job and there's some kind of recession going on here? I feel like I was rudely awoken and now i'm stumbling, bleary eyed, through what everyone is trying to convince me is reality, and all I know is there's bunch of people I haven't seen in awhile that I need to see, and if you're reading this you're probably on this list. That is all for now.