Things are slowly edging toward perceived norms. The necessities of the Rope Cosmetology sessions and tour-lite, coupled with preparations for my performance at the Sudden Infant jamboree, a crazed work schedule, my birthday (April 10), my one-year anniversary with the CP (April 16), my three-week ESA assignment to monitor glacial gravitational deformations off the equatorial plane of Enceladus (a complete bitch to program on the ol' Garmin), and my continuing inability to manage my time with proficiency have left reading emails, sending Karl Schmidt Verlag orders, conducting background searches on those seeking MySpace friend status, coding website updates, and seeding Ymir molars into the neighbor's wurst garden in a perilous state of non-non-non-ongoing.
I promise to catch up, and I beg your forgiveness. Every droog waiting on a KSV order will receive a special bonus disc. The neighbor will have to wait for those demon teeth, however...