After my brief hiatus in that dank, dark dungeons that are my grandparents lovely home, I have returned! It is so wonderful to bask in the glory of the radiant masses as they shower me with rose petals, cheers, and all sorts of shiny metal shrapnel. I then proceed on to my magnificient abode, wherein wait my trusty servants, Tom Pewter and Homer Werk. As I prepare to give the masses an encouraging speech to assure them that I shall remain with them forever and always, at least in my heart (as long as they don't start scrimping on their taxes), I hear a noise behind me. I turn, and there is Homer with a dagger clutched in his hand! Tom fights him off briefly but Homer eventually overpowers him, diving straight for me! "Y tu Homer Werk?" "Sorry Dylan, Spanish isn't til next semester!" he replies as he shoves the dagger in my heart!
Oh the inhumanity!!! Dylan, once King and Emperor of Procrastinatoria has been dethroned and annihilated! Why?!?! And on this, the Tides of Thanksgiving!
What I'm really trying to say is that, yes I am back from whereever it was I went, and no I will not spoon feed you mushed up asparagus for fifty years after your experiment involving nitroglycerin and cheese goes horribly wrong. Plus, I've got tons of homework. Will that prevent me wasting most of my time and having to rush frantically at 4PM on Monday for a way that I can extend the day 83 and a half hours? Of course not! But that doesn't mean I can't complain about it! (first one to complain about the double negative gets satirically or rhymically punished!)
So I'm stuck here, playing Risk II on the computer (which is surprisingly entertaining, although I can't play against real people) and, as usual, wallowing in despair. I may trying basking and/or surfing in despair if I get bored of wallowing, we'll just have to see. Well, I've got time to waste, and I consider this minutely productive! So away I go!...in a "I'm still right here" kinda way...
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