'hey, I heard you missed us! Were back!'

"...I brought my pencil. Gimme' somethin' to write on, man!"

Tomorrow. Hopefully tomorrow, after I've washed the Walmart off of me, when I'm done quoting Van Halen tunes and I get back into my routine of being up all hours of the night, I'll get back to this and post something charming and delightful (no guarantees!) and catch up with you all.

I'll not admit this if you asked me or demanded it of me or flashed me parts of your body to tempt me, but I may have kissed the computer upon returning from my trip to the Ingall's little house in the big woods and their dial up madness to the "World of The Future" in my basement.

DSL. It's apparently my porn. I like it because when you do flash me parts of your body, I can see them much faster.

Ok, whatever. I ain't talkin' about love, but at least pretend you missed me at this point, eh?

(I have no excuse for the Van Halen. Seriously. I apologize right now)