HAPPY PI DAY

You take the thing backward like when you're fast forwarding on DVR and you go past where the action resumes and you have to back-up. In this case, we go to the point of knowing your sister doesn't have call waiting so you introduce yourself in the intro. This quasi-regression thing keeps the eyes on the road ahead without dropping into a nostalgic quagmire. When that happens the tone invariably shifts to all-time unfinished business.

Look, we just want to be coddled even after we've used up all of our coddled allotment. You've screwed the pooch. No more get-out-of-jail-free cards left. The target gets upgraded and suddenly you see yourself in the grasp of pontification. Waambulance moments. Freedom only upon death. The ladies think you're a catch and you recycle that. That's the quagmire.

The two week layoff featured no mules, incredible edibles, sporadic one hits, git R dones and finally a completion or two. False rumors that we're dissolving get buried under the guise of four dogs and real perfection. Here's to you Julia at Sunkies wherever you are \_/\_/ - Winston made the grade.