The Hive is (realy) Dead! Long Live the Hive Mind!

[Angel Tarragon]

Me ... I am awake at a rather later hour than usual typing away.

Thought I would look in here before returning to my fungal form and "retiring for the evening" and ... as sometimes happens ... i have been typing a lot more than expected.

I know what you mean, sometimes inspiration strikes me funny. Lik when I am starting to get tired, I am typing out a few ideas, then one thing leads to another and I'm on a roll. This usually leads me to a point of exhaustion and my eyes start to rebel. It is at that point that I drag my sorry butt to bed, which happens to be three feet away from my keyboard.

 

[Mycanid]

Well ya see ... at night time there are far less distractions ... so the mind tends to calm down a bit and can think a little clearer (usually). Many artists and thinkers' work takes place at night.

 

[Mycanid]

Well my good Fru. I should probably sign off.

I guess I will talk to you on Monday or some such - Lord willin' and the creek don't rise and all that sorta stuff.

 

[Angel Tarragon]

Well my good Fru. I should probably sign off.

I guess I will talk to you on Monday or some such - Lord willin' and the creek don't rise and all that sorta stuff.

You take care Myc. Drive home safely.

 

[Mycanid]

Fear not good Fru!

I am driving home tomorrow.

 

[Angel Tarragon]

Fear not good Fru!

I am driving home tomorrow.

Regardless. We don't want to lose you. I've grown especially fond of you.

 

[Mycanid]

awwwww ....

Hey ... wait a minute! Don't make the shroom blush.

 

[Angel Tarragon]

awwwww ....

Hey ... wait a minute! Don't make the shroom blush.

Well, it is true. I consider you to be like a long lost relative recently found.

 

[Mycanid]

That's kind of you Fru.

 

[Angel Tarragon]

That's kind of you Fru.

I seriously hope that someday we can meet face to face.