Happy birthday, Aaarrrgh! I hope the world treats you well, and you have the cake of your choice!

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Yowzers, sorry to hear about everyone else's runs of bad luck recently.

I hope that you all feel better soon, and I'm glad you weren't hurt, Barin!
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As for me, I'm not dead (yay!), and I apologize for being so easily distractable these days. I would love to say that I have a good reason for it, such as being called away to save the galaxy in some
The Last Starfighter type scenario, but I confess that the reality is painfully mundane: I just haven't written anything in ages.

And, dumb as it may sound, I always get anxious about showing my green, tusky face around these parts without a story to show for myself. It makes me feel very much like that guy who shows up at the party without BYOB-ing his own B, who then proceeds to help himself liberally to everyone else's hooch. It's not rational, I know, but then I'm not always that rational, either, and, well, I guess there it is.
But I'm determined to get over my own stupids, however prodigiously stupid they may be, and to make myself known a bit more, even if it's just to remind you all how excellently excellent you all are, and that I love ya. And I like to believe that, sooner or later, the words will get moving again, if only to ward off bedsores.

So, again, just remember how excellently excellent you all are, and that I love ya.

(Also, I'm going to cosplay Barrin in April, which is *terrifying*.

But the less said about that, the better...)