I know, I know. You're all, like, "Dude, Bonnaroo ended Sunday night, man. Where have you been?" And I'm all, like, "Chill out, man, I was driving back Monday (and by "I," I mean B and the Hottie, as I slept blissfully in the back seat for most of the 13 hour trip) and then I took yesterday off to recuperate." And you're all, like, "How was it? Was it sick?" And I'm all like, "It was so sick, it was in intensive care, man." And then I realize that I don't actually talk like that and wonder if the sun killed off all my brain cells.
More from me after I chip away at all this work that accumulated in my absence.
*That's a little shout out Star Wars reference for Prettyboy, our resident Star Wars geek. Dork ninja!