Hey! Guess what!
I am alive after all!
Despite your frequent claims that I have departed from this life, I have not. Sorry to make your day worse but it's a fact. Yes, I'm still alive.
Well, as I mentioned in my feed (conversations? Posts? Announcements? To hell with dictionaries) I had to go for *a few days*. I originally thought that it would be about a single day or two.
It wasn't.
The days just kept.... stretching on.
The cogs of time kept turning.
And I hibernated in my cupboard.
Well, the fact is, I'm alive. I would say I'm sorry for being gone so long but it's actually sort of interesting, the subject and rate of your conversations seems to have marvellously gone slightly insane. There's so much. I actually managed to get a few minutes wifi and free time on the 21st and looked in, but I didn't say anything because you all seemed slightly, uh, mad.
ClEaRlY yOuRe AlL hAlLuCiNaTiNg FrOm LaCk Of Me
Yes! that's a new syndrome:
Owen deficiency
Results in hallucinations and temporary insanity
Too much Owen results in boredom and nobody saying anything on the chat
I come back and you're all having awesome (weird) conversations
It's sort of sad.
I miss you too, guys. Stop planning my funeral. I'm not dead quite yet.
Anyway, I am now a freelance dolphin tamer. Totally. *cough* no working with the *cough* FBI *cough* here *cough* ah I think I'm going down with something, feels like- plague-
1 reincarnation later:
Well, freelance dolphin tamer is actually a code name for working with the FBI. Yes. I work with the FBI. It's great. Pension, free days off, and I get to do what I love; interrogate people (and sometimes dolphins). It has the obvious downside of getting assassinated every so often, but hey. Free biscuits. And coffee *cough -goddessasha- work with me cough*. It's lovely. Really is.
So. *pause* yes, that's my new life now. I'm not dead. I work with the FBI. I'm older. I'm also 5"10 and rippling with muscle-
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