Since last I spoke with you, the moon has floated 90 degrees around, and boy did I see it coming!
My rage regarding the Non-Troll mixup has subsided, only in place for a passionate lusting for all things Neilish which makes my bladder throb like so many belly aches. Ah, love, such a feeling as this few can comprehend.
My week may be appropriately summed up as follows:
Twas one loofah of a week!
But alack, my stomach yearns for the sweet fragrance of cold tomato soup and yams. Till next we meet, vaarwel!