I'm really not dead!

Hey everybody! I know I had you worried and waiting in anticipation as you scanned the blog and news media for information about the grim death of Peter E. Jayne. I'm glad to say that I'm still on this planet back in the arms of sweet mother America. She welcomed me back with a hug and cheek pinch and a knowing smirk that said she knew that I knew. I lasted all of ten days in Morocco three of which were spent purging my body of everything deemed unsafe by my bowels. It was a great experience and I met some beautiful people who will I forever be grateful too. Not just Morocco but all across Europe and Asia too. The world is full of these salty people, they just can't be suppressed. They're in the U.S. too. The first stop I made before really returning home was at my brother Sam's place in Brooklyn, N.Y.. My bro graciously let me crash in a full house and I had two weeks to figure out that I really do love N.Y.. I basically used the time to hang out with Sam and take it easy. After I spent all my money "seeing" New York and after I watched all the DVDs in the house I said good bye to Sam, his lovely roommates and New York. I got back to Washington about a month ago and I've spent most of my time with my folks and sister and looking for a job, which I found and started yesterday. Yes that's right, I'm back in the race, playing the game, acting the part. I'll be working at an art gallery that specializes in Japanese paintings from the early part of the last century. Two days into it and so far so good, haven't gotten the axe yet. In a few weeks I should be moving onto the Island of the Lost. We got a Laser sailboat so I'm going to do some uncoordinated sailing and some more swimmin' n' cursin' as I tip the boat. I've been meaning to put up some more pics but its piling up and I get exponentially more lazy as the work piles up. So clap your hands three times if you believe in me and we'll see what happens. Peaces of cake. P