Let this serve as an apology for not writing anything here and for slacking off writing anything at Pandagon. Basically these people are highly skilled at whipping up a tornado of pure insanity and right now, this is about the part where the roof has blown clean off and I'm hurtling through the air gripping the sides of a claw-foot bathtub, hoping I don't get beaned in the head by a flying cow.
Moo.
Supposedly this all ends tomorrow morning. SUPPOSEDLY. That leaves me hoping the bathtub makes a smooth landing and the cow lands 30 yards over yonder, instead of right on top of me like I'm thinking it will.
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