For a while i was wholly obsessed with maintaining my general anonymity on the internet. I was ambiguous about my sex, and my location, and i never ever used my real name for anything. That’s what the internet was for, after all, escaping me. However, i’m also wholly obsessed with revealing each minuscule detail of my life to everyone on the internet: i’m obsessed with blogging, and obsessed with being on my webcam, and totally obsessed with posting my songs. And, i realized today that my obsession with anonymity must be wholly over if i’m sitting in front of my computer for 24 straight hours posting stories about me, pictures of me, and recordings of my own voice. Somewhere along the line my online persona became less of something to hide behind and more of a distillation of what i’m actually all about. Yes, i do cringe or look mildly confused when other loggers read my name somewhere. However, now i find that i actually have friends – friends who i care about and laugh with and shed tears over and miss when they aren’t on. And, i don’t think i can honestly say i had many of those while i was still some nebulous genderless nameless entity. So, hi, this is Peter reporting back to you after a day spent totally not recovering from 25/24. I somehow competently moved the whole mess over to it’s own page, and i’ve almost worked out what the contents of the Best-Of disc will be, and i mailed all of my sponsors. However, my bills are late, my private life is unkempt, and i still need more sleep. Do i sound frazzled enough? Welcome back to normalcy :p