There I was, happily futzing about, thinking about saving all those wonderful old NBs. Trash talking with sexy qween. RP with my Aes Sedai. All the stuff in between. The scratchpad I was hoping to save with all the accounts/passwords written down. (hint, the password to all of them was wot. This site won't let me do the same, too short! hmph.)

Then of course there were all the posts I was hoping to look into, the search for old faces, and the final goodbye as a chat admin.

I was looking forward to a long night of retrospective and humour.

I got darkness and the memory that yes, my torch is in a box underneath a bunch of other boxes at the top/back of my closet.

Bugger.

Think I am going to try and keep an eye on this place. Though I want to make it bluer...