scientists predict that after expanding, the universe may collapse on itself

well, if you've read my original declaration of intent (or if you haven't), i'll admit that no, i have NOT succeeded in writing an entry every day, NOR have i kept this blog wildly interesting. YES, at the time of this entry, this blog would appear like all the rest o' them blogs whose authors have mysteriously disappeared with the likes of amelia earhart, j.d. salinger, et al.
however, i think i'm satisfied leaving the previous entries as they are, as a little time capsule, nuggets of yore, and what-have-you. this entry marks a definitive break between the existing entries and any/all that shall come hereafter.

i may continue to post entries on this blog. i may not. i may begin another. i haven't decided yet.

at the very least, i hoped tonight to accomplish the simple goal of stating my desire for some sort of thematic closure to the adventure described thus far, though i suppose i'm not REALLY doing that now. instead i'm just posting something to "save face," as it were, whatever that really means.

suffice it to say that the trip to mexico's pacific coast described in this here bloggywog has come to an end. in fact, i departed a handful of days after the last entry (the first national bank of...) and flew home, stopping briefly in new york city, just long enough to reunite with old friends and join my grandparents for an all-you-can-eat turkish lunch buffet.

i'm home now and life is as good as can be expected right now.

to sum up the entire trip in one half of a half-assed fashion: it was largely a success.
to quote kurt vonnegut jr. one more time:
"it was beautiful, and nothing hurt."


...except for that boiling water on my scalp.


Mrreow?



-oatmeal, out.