You know, JOHD... the procrastination daemons had hit me full force. It was a fierce battle that I was starting to lose, in ways that I have never lost to them before. They had penetrated deep. They had penetrated hard. For a while, all hope seemed lost. I am most certain they have incorporated the help of others. I can feel it. It runs it course through my veins like tainted water. When everything seemed hopeless to a point of giving up, I realized my greatest power. I burped my waterbed. I made the bed. Now, it is I who am winning once more, as Madd Martin fights back. Happy Christmas Eve, old friend.