What happened? I'm in this strange translucent polycarbonate box in the basement of a house somewhere in Eastern Europe. I woke up here about 3 days ago...but with the lack of light and sufficient oxygen that could be off by a week or two.

The guy who's been delivering this soggy bread in a pewter dish said the only way that I will be allowed to leave this place with all my fingers and toes was to post a new blog on Gamespot. Luckily, I told him, that I have an account there but haven't posted a blog for a while. He smiled grimly and kicked my plate over.

Hopefully I'll make it back home by Thanksgiving. I also hope that they still have my pants.

I've moved into my new apartment.

A couple points of interest:

It's slightly larger than my body...

It smells of fresh paint and modelling clay...

I have 25 square inches of counter space...

The sink is loose slightly...

I could take a bath, but only if I remained in the fetal position the whole time...

It's actually quite the perfect size for one person. Not very much to clean, and I can't gain too many new possessions because I'd have no place for them.

I'm back, but for better or worse?

I'll be moving into a shiny new apartment at the end of this week. It's located about half a block from Symphony Hall in Boston. If you're ever in the area stop by...I can always whip up some tacos quick.

But seriously, if I see anyone stalking me I'm calling the police.