Finally I've powered through the pile of stuff-I-didn't-know-what-to-do-with that was on top of my toy boxes. This wasn't really preventing me from using my playpen, but I've been acting like it was. After all, to use the toy boxes, I'd have to move the pile of junk, and then just put it back after I was done. That seemed pointless. Which made using the playpen seem pointless too. I didn't like that feeling.

But I've forced myself to decide what to do with all that stuff, so I can get to my toy boxes now. So, coming to you live from the playpen, here's a car I made from blocks. And there's a toy xylophone that I bought in Keene, NH. I plinked out the theme from "Speed Racer" on it. :)

I'd like to say that I got all regressed and little feeling while I was in the playpen. But unfortunately not. People kept bothering me, and my dad called (I'd tried to call him Friday but he was out, so he was really calling back). It's difficult enough to get into a little frame of mind when I'm always worried that someone will burst in with something to take me away from it that I must do now that can't wait.

Anyway, enough whining from me. I have my playpen again. That means there will be more chances, both before and after IFC. Thanks for reading! *waves*