The Drink Mixer of the Darkside

The Deoridhe will be out of the Universe for the next week and a half. She will not be reachable by electronic means, though her cell phone will be on and powered when she remembers it.

You all know the memory capacity of the newest model of Deoridhe, so I'm sure your hopes won't be too high.

The Deoridhe will include a reconnaissance mission for attractive post cards and tiny and cute items of local flavor while out of the Universe. Most people in the logistical vicinity of the Deoridhe will at least get some food. Requests made of the Deoridhe in the next few hours might also be honored, but only if the Deoridhe manages to get her head out of her ass and pack so that she can check her email before leaving the Universe.

The Deoridhe will be attempting to take some addresses with her, but all things for those in the vicinity of her habitation should expect them to be passed through the Deoridhe's roommates, as she can't remember any of your apartment numbers and/or addresses. The Deoridhe is aware of the lameness of this situation.

The Deoridhe will be incredibly behind in online terms when she returns, but things which appear in her email are more likely to be read.

The management appologizes in advance for any inconveniences this may cause.