*opens up a pack of werthers originals, gives to Teakster and asks him to pass 'em round*
I am so very terribly sorry.
Over the past while, I've been so snowed under it's unbelievable. And it seems I'm going to have to continue to be snowed under till the 20th of April.
Why the 20th?
Because that is my grand deadline of EVERything. If I meet this deadline, I will feel like a slave freed, and happy beyond all imagination. And since the alternative to meeting the deadline is jst about certainly mental death, I have no choice but to meet it. It means EVERYTHING to me that I do.
The only problem is that whenever I decide