Good Friday evening, Internetlandia. How are you? I am fine. I am almost fine. I am still coughing a bit. I have sinuses. I only wrote one point two pages today when I was going to write four. I finally finished updating prices for hardwood flooring in my inventory management system, a process that is like nails on the blackboard of my soul.

I also met with my old friend Townes today, and among other things, we discussed what our lives would be like if we fell into the demographic targeted by email spammers: overweight, depressed, impotent men with micropenises, addictions to porn and gambling, and a fetish for replica watches. In other words, Rush Limbo.

Rush Limbo, if you are reading this, there is help for your many woes. Just check your email.