I've been sick and busy. Let's leave it at that. No? You don't want to leave it at that? Well, eff you...we're still leaving it there, not unlike a dying gunslinger lying prone and bleeding the middle of the town square at around 12:02PM, June 12, 1876. Why that day? Why the fudge not? Hyperbole lets me do whatever I want! Also, so does free will! FREEWILLPERBOLE!

I've had sudafed today...I'm sorry.