Seriously. Between my fiance, Wailin and friends/random people, I’ve been beaten to a fine pulp. Too bad for them, ’cause pulp has no fingers with which to type and is too soft to mash keys in on the keyboard! Bwahahah—

What? How am I writing this post right now, you ask? …

Damnit.

Alright, alright. I’ll consider writing again soon. See that? Consider. I make no guarantees you mean, mean people! Be happy you even got THIS post out of me.

~Erri