Nope, no advocaat. But two bottles of creme de menthe. Ugh! I hate creme de menthe, and there's two fucking bottles of it! And then there's my dad and his amaretto liqueur that tastes better coming up than it does going down . . . and whenever I want to buy anything I my mom says we have enough booze already, and my favorite wine has just turned to vinegar because I can't drink the blasted stuff without enduring a temperance-style lecture and being told that I have it too often (once every week or two) and I have to either stay out in the living room or invite my sisters into my room because "never drink alone, Kyra!" and my sisters are not 21 yet and jealous, and my Bacardi silver stuff is disappearing faster than I drink it, compliments of my dad . . . nevermind. Ranty. It's too hot here, too; I stole a fan from Mom in addition to my little one, but my room is crammed with the furniture I bought for my dorm as well as the stuff it normally has so there's not any good air flow, and Tetrapod bit me and Purkin's shed his collar too ("But Piper did it!") and my brain is completely fried.

Never mind.

What happened to TrekBBS on your link list?