(Tee hee! I can't help it! Weee!)
Alright, quick post before I get back to my report. I mean, if Chris was right here with me, I would see him demanding me in screechy high-pitched voice with that little finger thing he does, standing in akimbo style (as always), to get to work. That is, before he shoves a baguette into my ass.
Okay, so, this post is basically about, uh...
Shit, writer's block. Kay, back to work.
