Thanks. Sorry about that. I've just been a bit . . . off lately.
And I should really make a big comeback, but I don't really have it in me today. I'll just let you in on a bit of conversation from yesterday.
"So I'm thirty in two months. I don't know what I want to do."
"Get a tattoo! I'm getting one when I turn thirty! A cupcake and an ice cream cone and some candy."
"On my stomach! Because that's where that shit goes!"